Being Water

October 17, 2011
By Anonymous

the possibility of peaceful ceaselessness
beseeches me to wish upon myself
the same untrammeled restful restlessness,
a torturous rhythm-drip—ever-demanding constancy.
but were I to be, and not to absorb its motion, flow and lean,
I’d think-feel-move the tidefulness of oceans,
where my definition is not truth, but ruthless stasis
based floating on nature’s chancing choice,
a self with body, lacking racked, throated, exulting voice.

The author's comments:
It can be awkward to be human, and we all have those times where our mind feels very separate from our body. I wrote this about the alternative, to be in a smooth, flowing, united body, and the results seem very much less than human.

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