Go now
and submerge
yourself
in everything
you can
go down
and down
until you are
underneath it all
vast and uncertain
like a mackerel sky
before the snow comes
everything runs wild
and fast and fine
like mist
it sweeps everything
up
but wait
gestate
until no breath
animates your lungs
until you become
mythical, impossible
and free
and then
when you are certain
no one can see
or anticipate you
that is when
you rise.
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