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P o o l 

A miniature landscape opens up and reveals itself to me.


At the threshold of contained construction and space to be free.


My hands enter the meniscus of a watery portal.


Viscus, translucent liquid ice.


This whole body dreams to be submerged in

this pool.


Skin - water - water - skin

Rain down with gravity.

Drink me whole.

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