26
Jul
2012
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enough.

I thrive on feeling safe
because of it, I wallow in the shallows
tolerating, bending over, settling
accepting the bottomness
mucky merky
even there I lock down, swallow

done.

I’ve stood and stand at the edge of
which way, smelling the water’s rise
the shallows recede with their thick undulating debris
I habitually follow
clinging closely even to the geological shoreline of real space, real history
wading in the laden muck

enough.

honestly this is not a safe place
a turbulent violence plays out in these shallows
at the fluctuating threshold of sea

move.

toward and away
even in the cling

now.
for god’s sake let go

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