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Date Posted: 02:04:32 09/11/02 Wed
Author: Gray Squirrel
Author Host/IP: 0-1pool21-240.nas49.stockton1.ca.us.da.qwest.net / 65.147.21.240
Subject: Under

Under

Wrung out like a wet towell
Hours out of the waves
A trim of water, spurned
Turned to scatters.

Even you have felt yourself shudder
Viewed through your own distortion,
Even you have needed to dry.

Rain was never the problem, no,
If there was something in store for you,
Did you know I would wait?

I would wade through those years,
Dreamt or random, caused or accidental,
Or maybe you thought I could swim
Right away, to another island?

Dew, call it dew, or mist, or just haze,
If you are mesmerized by the rise and fall,
Does it matter what you call it, ignore it?

Nearer than a fallen drop on an invisible star,
Opened like a giant oyster with herculean grip,
The source is more, more than unquenched fire.

Did you know there would always be each moment?
Off the shore, into the deep, hold your breath, explore.
Invigorated by the surrounding soup, the original womb,
Taste the salt streaming into every pore.

Water, oh, for all that's holy, I'm sick and tired of water,
After drowning for so damn long, screaming so slow,
Sure, I thought you would know what I meant by that!

Ask me, does it make a sound?
Laughing so hard we would hurt each other,
Love is stirred... never spins alone.

About communication... rusted, ripped,
Boats use satellites, now,
Or the air, that thin crap
Up there.

Talk to me in squeaks and clicks, then,
Yell something! ...without breathing in,
Or just stare at me, look, look!
Under.

-Gray Squirrel

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Re: Under -- Dr.P, 14:59:59 09/11/02 Wed