The dive took years of my life.
Controlling my every motion,
I swam through surging storms.
Finally, I held my breath
long enough to reach bottom.
I found structures beneath the waves,
but not a solid new landscape as I had expected.
It was merely a complexity of form.
Despite the extremities of their absolutes,
the dense twisting gears beneath me
and the undulant energies I floated within
were born within the same scale.
I laughed and emptied my lungs,
let my breath run free in a hail of bubbles.
I no longer needed it.
Recommended Listening:
Jóhann Jóhannsson
Tu Non Mi Perderai Mai
from TOUCH 25
{Digital Images manipulated in Adobe Photoshop}
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