winding

breathing

constantly dreaming.

where is this coming from?

the force behind each drop

put your foot in! i dare you.

touch life beneath the surface

where words are diffused

and magic is an afterthought.

your toes know nothing

what‘s above the flow doesn’t count

what’s around these walls isn’t real

penetration is nothing but a game!

the hills have nothing

and the air is defenseless

everything is rocky

what you are is only an essence.

to be under the current is coercion.

breathe.

the swimmers are the players.

breathe.

how do you become something?

in a body chosen by something else?

life inside can never be truly seen

because no thing cares.

your will to survive can carry you far

but the biggest lesson of all–

you will always be at the mercy of

The River.