Under
The canopy tree
My shelter
Of light
Pulled me
Into its shadow
And
There
Operosely so
I remembered:

In memorization
Of varied
Maths
And
The columns they path
And
How they became
Feminine
And all about how
She looked and felt
Underwater

She was
Pale
And
Pearl
And diamond light
Off shore
And
Off the shoulder
My boat still afloat
Yet her waves indeed
The sinking of me

But then
In the peril
Of natation
The shiver
And the taste of salt

What entered my heart
Was the same
As filled up my lungs:

Anticipation:

The microcosm of
Pain
Or pleasure
Or both demises
At once

𝓐𝓼 𝓪 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓫𝔀𝓮𝓫 𝓸𝓯 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮...

𝓦𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓼...

𝓞𝓯 𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻...

𝓞𝓻 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓽 𝓰𝓸!