Saturday, August 9, 2014

Inside The Liquid Glass Show

Gliding through
Inside the glass blue
Senses keen
All that is seen
Is cylindrical and the centrifuge
Enclosed in a womb with a view
All that is heard is the humming
Of this liquid waterfall stunning
Pitching and pouring above my head like a pumping heart
It moves effortlessly, a breathing living art
I lay my hand along this liquid wall of glass
Feeling its life, its surging mass
As I move and skim about
It heaves in and it heaves out
Pulsing and pounding behind me the grace
Swallowed inside, my glide leaves no trace
Too soon and I will break free
Leaving this wet womb behind me

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