from no where

a gust of humid air

to cling to my hair

to weigh my head up

allowing much to see


so much heat

from this refreshing spring

within a hideaway

within glacial caves

that numb and refract

after hailing waves


at high altitudes

snatching my breath

the purest oxygen

to arrest me

to stop and listen


pressure of the sea

to push me to depths

thousands of leagues

through trials and toils

towards ancient soils


rise to rip my eyes

and all I feel are beams

piercing overcast

dreams that deceive

though I never sleep


-B. Brown


(art by Eric Lacombe (and holy crap his work is amazing))

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