Thursday, February 25, 2010

In wetness I walk,
your fall grounding fluid galaxia.
Refreshing my senses stale,
cleansing of dead centre calm.
Coverings of self insubstantial,
you seep deep cooling heat.
Stares of the bizarre,
why am I in you.
I remember my child,
running ecstatically in your freedom.
The sacrifice of adult,
seeming immense natures tears joyous.
You have always been,
I an infant in your wake.
My indulgence in you,
keeps heart and mind open.

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