Drip..drip..
The faucet of my thoughts is leaking.
Water is flowing over the skin
Within the textures of my cellular vision.
Atomic.
I feel chemicals splash my face.
Absorbing more life
That seeps through against a natural strife.
Someone is pouring water into space.
To see it floating away
Back from where it is coming.
To be seized by its own sprout; running.
In a clearing drips this dream
Though in space it is disappearing.
Recognized in its worldly form.
Water is resurfacing and reappearing.
This is the cycle.
This is the knowing.
Diluted and awoken
Is this that is flowing.
~ B
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