Cool Water

A baptism.

Though maybe not.

A popular fear,

I call it my home.


Diving in I feel alive

Letting bubbles play chase

They reach for the sky,

I reach for the depths.


My lungs feel heavy

My body is alive

I feel the heart of the earth beat

Louder than anyone I know.


She is sad for us all

No anger, no disdain

She beats harder to plead notice

There is no one to hear.


Her waters be cool

Our hearts be colder

Her work was for nothing

Our desires take over


Ponds becomes puddles

Lakes laid to waster

Rivers are planted

Oceans slick with greed.


Her waters be cool

Our hearts are frozen

I dive with full lungs

And exhale her death.





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