The Challenges of Presence

I find myself in rooms
from undersea Atlantis
of flashbacks full of oxygen bubbles
- clean air is hard to come by
when you're not present

Must find the right door
the only way to drown yourself
to tears flowing from bottom up
The heat wave cracks the right opening
the tingle floats back to the surface

Ghost-like body
filled with fatigue
of the journey

Tomorrow I will wake up (perhaps) better


19/8/2022

old friend

you come to me
at rest
in varying situations
a warm hug feels like you
- we joked we were engaged

my quiddity warms
of sadness and happiness
you're both here and not here
your presence knows no bounds

i thank you
i long you
here


14/8/2022