I’m in the shallows now
the deep has stepped up to its shelf.
My feet firm in the silky sand
at the altar of this eroding land.
In the transition of silt and wash
a baptism of emergence plays-out.
The salty brine for peppered air,
where pollutants vie for surface share.
Where can I be cleansed
that I am not the host of dirt?
The Creator and The Parasite
a vehicle of entropic blight.
Between two worlds one world converged,
the Venn became a single sphere.
Withdrawn, diminished, bloated, full,
withered between two poles that pull.
I like this one. Perhaps the Venn becoming one circle, one world of two opposing poles fighting ‘a’ conquest. 07853 623644. Please send a text. I am being drugged and raped here. Mike
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Thanks for reading and commenting Mike. Sorry to hear you are suffering as you are.