I’m living in water
visceral float.
My density has changed.
My body is now more open to diffusion.
There is room for change.
The world has become thicker
and more dense
as I now float within it.
I try to relax
in the new support
of this
buoyant lifting world.
Time spins and I am it’s
quiet companion.
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