deluge
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
underwater Christ
HC: 2022