(disclaimer: this poem is a metaphor)
…….
I am drowning myself
In flowing heads and
Of crying crocuses
In white lilies and
Of stained spears
Of wistful war and of silent kisses
Of produced grain and sundry mirth
Of feasible truth in blood
Sworn by oath not to shipwreck again
Nor to die in murky waters
Or to inkily expire among skookum waves
But to rise among lily pads
To ascend along silver linings
And twinkle in reflected stars
As in the gin of my sweetness
Then in my rising
I despise the deepness
And see the ribbons tied
Around bouncing curls
Those rotting packages
And my pruned hands
I will fantasize once again
Leaving the clouds and lily pads
To morn my superb swimming
In sparkling water
I have drowned myself.
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