I'm sailing static across
new surfaces—
soft waves, soft gusts behind me.
It is giving in.
It is an osmotic tickle on my
skin, a fervor
that flows like water:
high to low.
I'm feeling mute heartbeats
at the passage, feeling it must be
larger than this.
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 12:17 AM UTC
I'm sailing static across
new surfaces—
soft waves, soft gusts behind me.
It is giving in.
It is an osmotic tickle on my
skin, a fervor
that flows like water:
high to low.
I'm feeling mute heartbeats
at the passage, feeling it must be
larger than this.
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