Sometimes, my skull fills with water
And I forget what we are
We are not.
We
Typewritten letters punch holes inside my mind
Beams of light sifting through sand.
Or rainshowers
impregnating truth
where there is none
My physical realisation
wants for nothing.
Nothing
in us carries the weight
of our waters
like the ebb and flow
of life’s tide.
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC
Sometimes, my skull fills with water
And I forget what we are
We are not.
We
Typewritten letters punch holes inside my mind
Beams of light sifting through sand.
Or rainshowers
impregnating truth
where there is none
My physical realisation
wants for nothing.
Nothing
in us carries the weight
of our waters
like the ebb and flow
of life’s tide.
