Short stories & poems

Flow1 min read

In movement
In stillness
In non-movement
In non-stillness
I feel a flow coming on
The water is filling my breath
They say drowning is a nice way to go

that final go

Suddenly I remember
the letter blocks from long ago.

And I want to see them. Need to see them.

Sinking further I spread my arms
stretch my winds and take


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