pt 1: ocean baby blues
i wish i was like the ground
but i am the water
swimming
running
wishing
pushed and pulled amongst the
currents fishing for dreams along the
depths fading
in and out of brilliance
i am carried by the ocean in
our crumbling search for rapture
faded
going
gone into the blue
i am reborn in the fish
i change my
scales and colours
like breathing
yet i am beginning to wish
i was like the roots
i want to dig in
spread my leaves along the dirt and sprout
again with the seeds
exhale
into the sky
i want to belong to the always
to be as the quiet peace
self-assuring
but the ocean baby blues keep calling
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pt 2: from the dirt
slowly
i begin to sprout
you remain in the dirt
retreat to the roots
but you lie there all the same
unfurling sweetly into each of
my crevices
see if it is all just noise and there is
no ending
you begin everything
when you go into the next night
think of me crawling out of the dirt to come
into the sky and say to the sun that
i know there is no gravity
and we will always be here
senseless
falling
but that you begin everything
so we make our own sleeves
when you go into the next
night crumble or rot or fly
you can take me with you
i will give you a leaf and
you will also remember
that you are just like the
sun and the sky
you are brave
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pt 3: always
always
you melt like butter in my hands and
i collapse into
honey
we are just a collection of misgivings and
well-worn neurosis
and yet
not in our words but
touches we digress
into
tiny miracles
soft embers
long kindled by the shape of my hips
and your
fingers
i know things you will never.
but i keep my heart beneath the
waves under oceans of lost things
between
dancing ripples and
soft
supple
sand so
when i call you like a siren
you are the only one
who pulls me back to earth
even if only for a moment