Detachment is stiff water
Rising to the ceiling
Drowning, until the burst of cellular regeneration
Grows gills, long fins, scales
To float in nothing
Cast away to islands of thought
Boats of people, clutch in familiarity
Wave after wave
Until they set behind the horizon
Watching as everything passes
Like water slipping through fingers
Angel-dusted buoys crested on dissenting
Thoughts, but it’s all blue
All shades of blue
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