Legs more fluid that the static waves.
Sacred waters,
And breathing particles injected the pores of spring.
Living stones, and sands bursted this wandering soul.
I drown my whole existence to the bottom of the sea.
I was empty.
I smoked the thin oxygen deep into my made up gills.
I was fully filled again.
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