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Legless.

you are
hollow, reused words and a
recyclable playlist, bound by nothing but your
God and your
music and your reflection, a compass whose
needle will never stray from
its intended direction, its limited
displacement, a book whose
purpose never transcended its
words, beautiful language worth no more than
dried ink in neat paragraphs, for
all to read and most to
believe.
but you are an iceburg and
i can swim, what little of you, jagged and
uninviting, is seen standing sharp and cold
above the surface,
says nothing of the deep and endless
crystal caves beneath it, glittering like an
ancient marble statue, untouched,
unseen by those on their
luxury cruises, whose love for being dry
and clean bid them never
take a dive.
but i swim through your diamond caverns, with
your seaweed billowing, moving like wind to the
music of your muses, to the
heartbeat of the eternity whose mysticism
renders me legless, feet replaced by
long and elegant fins,
unbrushed hair and unheld breasts. i am
slow-moving and graceful as a
sleepy winding current, moving deeper into
the mystery of your labyrinth,
carving peace and carving patience in your
hard and frozen walls,
molding your palace from ice to a sanctuary,
suiting me and changing you
for the better.
i am lost now in your
turquiose maze, stranded without reason
to find my way out, because i am not
trapped, but sheltered, escaping in you from
what dims me, what
forces legs upon me to hold me to the ground,
unlike the freedom that i find in you;
because what is the difference between
swimming and flying? i am not bound to the
sea floor as i am bound on land, whatever the
depth of my immersion is
mine to traverse, directions unlimited to the
horizontal, and to leave you would be to
relinquish flight, to give up
colors and depth and a universe unending trailing
through your endless corridors, you keep me and you
free me all at once.
and these submerged hidden hallways are the
secret we hold, a depth not withstandable
to anyone but us, our
haven, paradise,
to all else, a
vision
unseeable.

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