so i stand still
close my eyes
hold my breath…
and the water pours
rushing
raging
flooding quickly this empty place
this futile empty temple
made of cold marble and old dust….
my feet are planted
my arms are stiff
my eyes, scared,
look,
grasp for
a safe and dry place
but the water rushes in…
everything turns
spins
crashes
water takes control of me
my legs shake
my eyes cry,
silently and violently
like the water flooding in…
my feet are floating
my arms swing madly
my eyes are shut…
anxious, i await some tragedy
some drowned fantasy
some desperate end
the water
rages
crashes
spins
rushes
turns
the water
violently thrusts
aggressively presses
passionately plunges
and i…
i cease the insane fight
i let go
and the Water carries me
to a place of safe haven
a place of dry land…
where doves have found
their olive branch…
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Like I said, that is wonderful
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