Breadcrumb #361


& 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

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