Thursday 13 July 2017

Communication 89

wild swimming

here I am as it gathers
holding nuance,
splitting supple motion,
I shall swim this river wide
as I collide
with the break
I’ll gulp my last choke,
I could inhale deliberately
no one would ever know,
chaining myself seamlessly,
meandering light currents,
a dull sense of reflex,
no patience to ponder,
a distinct desire to drown,
to breathe in water
I have no inkling
to relate to the life
inhabiting the banks
no thanks!
I’ll drift away from view,
buoyant for only seconds
with nothing
to hold on to,
this fear is nothing new,
finally letting go of you

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