6.3.11

floods: a dream

there it became. dunked.
and a new world born. 
our hair threaded out like silk.
our skin sparkled with oxygen.
completeness became us.
we touched the sky and 
we touched each other.
we arched our backs on our way to
the bottom. and the abyss received us.

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