What the Water Gave Me

I settled into the porcelain

coffin, tiny bubbles and

waves rippling, cascading

over the past and the

present.

 

My feet rose with the

crack, an existential

break in the mold of

us. The ancient worlds

long forgotten call back.

 

Beginning and ending,

alpha and omega, the

origins of life and

birth of civilization

rests upon my being.

 

My body changes and

writhes with the coming

tides, paying tribute to

all that came before. A

volcanic requiem.

 

Can they hear this?

I am sorry we failed.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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