motionless floodbath

reach, and overreach and stand and understand. combine my outs with your ins and make a plush flush of ear static. magick. excited for Ishtar and sip the succulent. permanent marks on the bottom of my feet from the marching. another elephant burialground of memories and no-ones. everybody is staying after school today. a selective collective memory of a flood that happened so long ago that we can't measure the damage. the crops whitewashed into picket fence dreams and last kisses in the mourningtime before work. sourheavy metal pieces. we hate because we sincerely imgined the puzzle to be alot smaller and less cumbersome. heave workloads of statue pieces into wheelbarrels from which we will construct our meager dwellings. I've dwelt on the change of tide courses and came to the conclusion that our homes will never be safe. we will never be immune. our movements will be tracked by the network, and our lives will be weighed against our plainly-painted feather hearts. our wings will erode off our backs from the labor. our children will be chernobyled. and our limbs will wither into urbanrose dreams- unless we stop, stand back, and breathe...deep...