You
You
And
Be
I've never thought of words.
Oh, I'll be great soon, oh, weep.
I'm sad, yes.
The nature of humanity.
This is the luck, I go down.
In, soak, sozzle, drench, drown down.
Transfixed by the horror and the glory of volume.
Luminosity, Aquas, Vitas, Aquamarines.
Oh, so cool, oh, so cool.
This water is too cold.
This water is too soft.
It's too comfort-smothering.
It's too, our Lady of the Sorrows.
Too, this veil of tears.
Too, deep, profoundest.
This water is simply too long left out in the rain.
I can't speak for the Buridian green water in my mouth.
I can't breathe for the black water in my lungs.
I can't speak for the icy nip-draps.
Oh, so cool.
The horrors K-9 has drowned in herself.
A hydro-commissioned lake.
Flooded all the ice age sites and caves.
The ancient flora and fauna.
The water channeled into turbine.
Pelton wheels of curled tongues.
Canolingous machines for water.
The energy generated makes her huge with determination.
Makes her lamentation sing and sing despite her.
Straddling the steel pipe cage through which the water,
monstrous water, roars down the mountain.
Hulls in her groin on the verge of its plummet.
Hulls of the turbines below.
Drowning down with such force in her hydro-commissioned lake,
she remembers.
There were lots of kids in a sort of hospital.
They were all crying and in their cots.
The doctors were starving them for some experiment
and when they were thin enough, they would give them big injections.
There was a little girl that was crying and crying.
They were giving her needles in the same place every time in the buttock.
They were holding her up by one leg
and I could feel the pain so strong and hard in my buttock.
Almost smell the ammonia clear.
