panic rises and descends and I
am blowing oxygen bubbles into saline
siren song into the past
wondering, can music float?

space-time is an ocean
and I am a mermaid.

yes, just like the boy with
swimming-pool blue eyes said,
I'm afraid, frozen to stone,
for the millionth time.

things you value, and simply,
openly, shyly love
will be torn from you
like brambles from fragile skin.

willowlike, gnarled,
maybe I am twisted.

yes, just like the redheaded
faerie girl said,
I could never resist the lure
of a truly beautiful squall.

heartbeat fading
and the words are dying.

space-time is the sea,
and I am the storm,
or caught in it.

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