Tuesday, January 26, 2016

under the surface



there are things that slip under the surface
aching from skin that works down to bone
while others plunge like
weighted worlds
charging down so swiftly
to the very bottom
where there is finally
a chance to let go
of light and darkness
burdens heavy or slight

it is sometimes
sinking
that will bear us to rise
bubbles of breath
that dance next to death
bring back the life

inhaling,exhaling
both gratitude and despair
depths of feeling
are the air
of the heart and soul

there are things that slip under the surface
a flash of light
a glimpse of something
a ghost
whispered secrets of the inner chambers
only awakened in dreams

i touch the surface of the water
and i see myself
dissolved
a mere illusion
rippling out
infinitely


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