from no where
a gust of humid air
to stick to my hair
to weigh my head up
    allowing much to see
so much heat
from a 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 toil
    towards ancient soil
rise to rip my eyes
and all I feel are beams
piercing overcasting
dreams that deceive
    though I do not sleep

– B. Brown

(art by Lesya Poplavskaya)

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