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The sun beats my body
with tentacles of heat,
and my mind floats along
with streams of voices.
With tentacles of heat,
I am pulled to the edge
of the stream voices
whispering in the water.
I am pulled to the edge
and ease into the cold.
Whispering in the water,
bubbles climb my thighs.
I ease into the cold
water teases.
Bubbles climb my thighs,
and I sink to the water's bed.
Water teases
over my ears, my eyes,
and I sink to the water's bed,
my breath held inside.
Over my ears, my eyes,
liquid trickles its song.
My breath holds inside
to preserve the quiet lullabye.
Liquid trickles its song;
my mind clears
to preserve the quiet lullabye
which flows around me.
My mind cleared,
I try to sing the water
which flows around me.
The song rushes in.
I try to sing with the water;
my breath escapes
as the song rushes in
through the columns of blue.
My breath escapes
and floats along.
Through the columns of blue,
the sun beats my body.
A. Popp
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