When the darkness becomes simply the night,
I can see the stars breaking thru to
Twinkle and shine,
Smooth and silent I float,
Encircled by the wet and warm comfort of the water that holds me.
Reveling in the weightlessness and freedom provided to me by
An always struggling physical existence.
Acutely aware of the desire and need to
Catch my breath.
The ability to find my way thru the shit that tries to keep me trapped.
Is it good to be back?
6.17.25
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