you are the ocean in my tea

the bread of vitals mixing

by friendly waterflour fed

transforming and transfixing

held fast and how at ease i am

to breathe while being strangled

how does this once unknotted rope

delight in being tangled

how when the racing rivers rage

runs high in each sweet season

we need no bridge to come across

so this must be the reason

why my kind words will root for you

unfallen from my tree

why when you fire on yourself

the bullet pierces me

-x2A