deluge
𐑛𐑧𐑤𐑿𐑡
above the waterline
we speak
and breathe
an airy world
where we think
we are
where lightness
loving bright
reaches
for nobility
below the waistline
slow motion
deaf unsteady
wading heavy
primal urges
heaving up
sex
and murder
sinking mutely
into shit
the deluge comes
regardless
so speak
while you can
and take a stand
while there is yet
ground
beneath your feet
𐑩𐑚𐑳𐑝 𐑞 𐑢𐑭𐑑𐑼𐑤𐑲𐑯
𐑢𐑰 𐑕𐑐𐑰𐑒
𐑯 𐑚𐑮𐑰𐑞
𐑩𐑯 𐑺𐑦 𐑢𐑻𐑤𐑛
𐑢𐑺 𐑢𐑰 𐑞𐑦𐑙𐑒
𐑢𐑰 𐑸
𐑢𐑺 𐑤𐑲𐑑𐑯𐑩𐑕
𐑤𐑳𐑝𐑦𐑙 𐑚𐑮𐑲𐑑
𐑮𐑰𐑗𐑩𐑟
𐑓𐑹 𐑯𐑴𐑚𐑦𐑤𐑦𐑑𐑦
𐑚𐑩𐑤𐑴 𐑞 𐑢𐑱𐑕𐑑𐑤𐑲𐑯
𐑕𐑤𐑴 𐑥𐑴𐑖𐑩𐑯
𐑛𐑧𐑓 𐑳𐑯𐑕𐑑𐑧𐑛𐑦
𐑢𐑱𐑛𐑦𐑙 𐑣𐑧𐑝𐑦
𐑐𐑮𐑲𐑥𐑩𐑤 𐑻𐑡𐑩𐑟
𐑣𐑰𐑝𐑦𐑙 𐑳𐑐
𐑕𐑧𐑒𐑕
𐑯 𐑥𐑻𐑛𐑼
𐑕𐑦𐑙𐑒𐑦𐑙 𐑥𐑿𐑑𐑤𐑦
𐑦𐑯𐑑𐑵 𐑖𐑦𐑑
𐑞 𐑛𐑧𐑤𐑿𐑡 𐑒𐑳𐑥𐑟
𐑮𐑩𐑜𐑸𐑛𐑤𐑩𐑕
𐑕𐑴 𐑕𐑐𐑰𐑒
𐑢𐑲𐑤 𐑿 𐑒𐑨𐑯
𐑯 𐑑𐑱𐑒 𐑩 𐑕𐑑𐑨𐑯𐑛
𐑢𐑲𐑤 𐑞𐑺 𐑦𐑟 𐑘𐑧𐑑
𐑜𐑮𐑬𐑯𐑛
𐑚𐑩𐑯𐑰𐑔 𐑘𐑹 𐑓𐑰𐑑
underwater Christ
HC: 2022