I a lay over water, stretching out
Tracing the rippling sheathe with my hands.
The water is luminescent, and sparkles tangents of sunlight out, in speckled golden bodies across the water. Tiny.
A flowing body of God, bathed.
I need for nothing now.
Nothing more,
Than this.
The ancestors on this land, knew this.
Civilization changed what we used to know, as breath.
I miss the love everywhere, but then, I know this must be some test of the soul.
Here, I am placed, here i remain, exist, exude, and be. Here, I Present myself.
Losing,
And loving,
But never in defeat.
I must remember this above all;
That to love, is to know no defeat at all.
Even if the world will chant the opposite in hypnotization.
Breath, a captured feat. a string-along, and a "make-it-through"
WILL PUT ME AT THE BODY OF YOUR FEET,
where solely, I arise and die, becoming of the ground. No more do I wish to live for a race, that will not live for itself. Arisen birth...the passing of all, and in our Eye, we make it through...
through...
to another place..
and another
time. gesturing.
I may carry this sadness through to any life...for it is stuck on me- in my flesh, and cursed, with eyes to bright and wide
for such a bitterly dark sea.
The depth has brushed the white, and now, it bleeds,
greying everything,
and everyone,
and the salty drop in me.
Breath, a captured feat. a string-along, and a "make-it-through"
WILL PUT ME AT THE BODY OF YOUR FEET,
where solely, I arise and die, becoming of the ground. No more do I wish to live for a race, that will not live for itself. Arisen birth...the passing of all, and in our Eye, we make it through...
through...
to another place..
and another
time. gesturing.
I may carry this sadness through to any life...for it is stuck on me- in my flesh, and cursed, with eyes to bright and wide
for such a bitterly dark sea.
The depth has brushed the white, and now, it bleeds,
greying everything,
and everyone,
and the salty drop in me.
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