UNCONSCIOUS, WORRIED WATER

 

You unconscious, worried water

that smell of spearmint and carry

phantasms beyond you cast fireflies

at my feet I ignore you but you touch

me with a finger you disintegrate

in much beloved flowers. She’s looking

for herself so she make herself thin

so she go inside the real self inside

that outside that was inside awhile

so the outside become inside

and so he be in the interior from exterior;

so he sit in state simultaneously

within and without. The sinuous

water looks fixedly at me.    

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