Ergo Again

Ergo 

i’m torn 

in many 

wonder ways 

captive held

by scalding seas 

narrow channels  

heights 

below

surfeit ever

changing seasons 

finding mark/steady 

back against

chest walls

contact surface

shot to shit 

with sweet 

nostalgia.

—————–

one single look of 

‘wonder why’ 

exchanged

was it that or 

or simply 

sad?

—————

contact!!?

spark !!!

breath alive ?

pre-existing

existence; 

live!!  

floating 

grains of sand 

fresh water 

sea

————–

new Light changing sight

no longer held 

captive … 

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