Tuesday, September 6, 2011

drowning me

Have you seen the little rainstorm?
I put it in a jar
Swirlingly, it whispers
It is full of seaweed, the raw winds of oceanic
Mindsets (when minds are full of pufferfishwhich eat their neighbors
and refuse to see the waves above their heads asanything but
symmetry and empty seashells)
Oh how the pickled skybirds do make me swing
My hands in deathly frustration
Why is the sky so big?
Why am I a jellyfish?
Did you not promise me I would be an angelic
Jellyfish are purposeless and hideous
I am consumed by the pufferfish struggles
I am distraught by the fact
Of the ocean drowning me
drowning me
drowning me
I. am. so. confused. by. grace.
drowning me
drowning me
Lift up your heads, O ye
drowning me
drowning me
Who shall ascend the hill
drowning me
drowning me
Who is the king of glory
drowning me
drowning me
Waves sound like
drowning me
grace

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