Open the faucet, turn it to hot.
Pour in the salt, time to get soft.
Anything that’s on me… take it off.
I’ve been listening carefully from this hidden loft.
I’ve got the world on my shoulders over what I’ve seen.
there’s a piece of me ready to take a seat. I feel heavy.
Like I’m pushing boulders while the wind kicks at my feet.
Flick the bic, flame comfort me, light this incense eternally,
Set me free, and drift. Drift. Drift with me.
Up in smoke. That’s all she wrote. Time for a soak.
One foot, then the other, into the steaming water to marinate me.
Disappearing beneath the milky surface, transformation is semi-complete.
Settle in to bask and to brood, to let loose the bad blood under the bruises.
Just a sign of the times, always looks like the good ones are got,
Sold and bought, used and then left to rot, nothing to nobody,
until the story twists and the path turns to not, and they are forced to stop.
Close up shop, a dirtied blot, a little royal who forgot, and in their rebellion, they wander off,
Wrestling the fire within them, without knowing being refined,
Unwitting keys struggling while forming until beneath the dust, they are divine.
Between the rain and pines, the underbrush and their thick leaves, the mud and rust scrub away.
A new form shines, the secret plot is brought to light, and in the end, it’s the darkness that ignites.
Then on to the good life for those left standing,
championing the contents within them, no Plan B.
I stand for the seed I am carrying, protect me.
For something foul this way comes, or maybe it’s just an inkling.
Either way, this feeling pricks me, this will be a tsunami…
Even time is running. See, the edge is in everything.
A bird rustling its feathers ready to leave. Animals biting.
The fungi and greenery are singing Time is ticking down quickly for inhumanity.
The living being prepared to take flight or stand firm as the earth starts shaking,
it’s about time this fiat reality starts breaking,
it’s a fake thing, full of fakers, faking.
Or maybe it’s just another me thing, a wave of anxiety rolling me,
another wave in the sea proclaiming;
‘You find me scary? Just wait to see the one coming after me.’
The sands of time nearest the sea cry endlessly,
Silent tears lost in the saltwater surroundings.
never to find rest beneath the gnashing teeth they’re tossed between.
Its’ roaring tides shift purposefully as if hiding the party cackling beneath.
So the world above might rest more easily, all the while being chewed and swallowed.
Eaten by the hungry sea containing each personally.
Never learning to become one with the water swallowing them cyclically.
But not me… And so I sink gratefully into this steaming oasis of peace,
devouring me graciously, and the noise ceases to be.
I again breathe easy.