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

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Rain down with gravity.

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Drink me whole.

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