Sunday, January 25, 2015

Third Eye Feedback

 

I waited till nightfall

till the water was cold

till the water matched the midnight sky

 

I threw myself in

 

Face first I exhaled

till all the air fled my lungs

till I willed them to function as gills

 

I threw myself in

 

Motionless I became

till my exhilaration formed into yet another disappointment

till I had something else to add to my pile of outlier experiences

 

I threw myself in

 

Sensation returned to my eyes

till the sting of the sun again became a warm embrace

till understanding once again claimed squatter rights in my mind

 

I threw myself in

 

The river wouldn’t have me

In the morning on the other side of all the things

I went back to it all knowing

 

The river threw me out

 

© Christopher F. Brown 2015

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