In this submerged and muted world
Only birdsong is permitted
Birdsong
and heartbeat
and the low rush of pumping blood.
In this liquid body
Only flesh is permitted
Swim-soaked skin
pond-filled pores
And birdsong
and heartbeat
and the pumping of blood.
In this spirit pool
Only inner shadows gain entrance -
An island of dreams lost in midnight -
and birdsong
and heartbeat
the pumping of blood
the liquid flesh
And you.
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