Breadcrumb #361
TERRANCE BROWN
& I suppose it better to gulp
uncertainty cradle nervousness
than to drown in indifference
I mean what is safe is it
any more than crags
comforting soles
before the taken leap
or corroding crass
once curdled in ignorance, now
no longer rancid? The choice frothing catalytic
an emulsion of ennui at the cliff bottom.
the thesis of swimming: taming limbs into choosing action
the subliminal unchaining
caressing we into a rippled wave
cupped into singular chain
events, swim into themselves
meet above surface, remove tension
from choices pooling between us
become a matter of difference
subtract vacant states
blend phases until they bind us
into one fluid substance.
Our vessels, a wet parchment paralleled as solidified breath
Our map, found drifting in undulation