Waterlogged

IthoughtI thought I caught the edge of a familiar shape

floatdownAnd so descended in haste through heavy waters

downbelowMany a soul caught there, cold and unwavering on the base of these depths

decendingBut the yawning hollow was not half as wide as it seemed. 

upforairSo I refilled my lungs

returnTo return again, to search for you

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Uniformity’s a Heavy Price to Pay

bunny

We’re not so different, you and I.

Better to be bewildering, than wilting.

More apropos to be anything less than appropriate,

than forgotten for being familiar.

Come to know me and you will come to know

the corners of yourself long forgotten,

abandoned for in exchange for the status quo.

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