Descent

I've stared hard
at a glass of water.
Wanting to drown
in the wisdom it shares
with the deep sea.

I closed my eyes
and drowned in darkness.
Always in the periphery
- lampfishes
with hypnotic lights swim.
I try to follow
into the throat of the deep black.

Pressure is rising as I descend.
My heart tells me so.
My veins pulse
with dread of shades that swim
in the abyss.

Suddenly, I felt the feeling of mud
beneath my feet.
I have descended to Atlantis.
I opened my eyes
and i look at myself
reflected on the glass of water.

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Seasick

Every drop of water longs for the ocean.
Even lakes secretly wish to escape the strong embrace of earth just to return.
And humans, though only 70% water, with our sincerest efforts to find heat
sweat
still seeps onto skin, tears well up from eyes
and some even bleed to death.

At this point, the lost becomes the hunter.

Let the glasses shatter,
beaver dams break,
and in the end, a deluge
to reclaim the sea.

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