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"Going All Bruce Lee" It’s like holding water in your hands. they say, be like water as if on the drop, the turn of H20 on tap, one can go all Bruce Lee. he was rather gung-ho; but the subliminal message he projected, without malice in his lithe fluidity brought on dreamy visions of going all soft and compliant. one might say malleable, with the flow. water has its hard moments like when it turns to ice. frozen in cold abrupt moments. I read a poet, tonight, she says, “consciousness swims slick outside my fingers, trembling perceptions pure and round. Infinitely slow I close my grip, entrapping and watch them drown”. I felt that. I felt that. Memories of what was solid once, drift down with the heaviness of time, weight sinking through the lightness of water. Sun shines through water. it touches the top to mid-section doesn't mean it rhymes in time with what is beautiful and poetic. Sometimes the beauty lies, ugly, at the bottom, covered in silt. drowned. you know what I mean. I know you know what I mean. Sunshine never touches that place. but treasure and objects of beauty lie there, waiting to be found. the silt residing with sunken treasure, that which also lies with car wrecks, sifting rotting useless tenure, carries residual essence. there is found forgotten moments of beauty and pleasure in the discarded flotsam and jetsam washed up on a shore, like memories begging to be gripped in palms that want to be read. it aint shiny and new. shells held to an ear, there is message in the sound; we are just, content with the mystery of it all. "Empty your mind. Be formless, shapeless, like water. You put water into a cup, it becomes the cup." Me and drowned Bruce Lee, in the end floating memories. war came in like a flood, no ark nor shipped platform to be saved. Memories dissolve like aspirin. We swallow all we love and understand, the meaning of it all hits us on review. eventually, we float immortal into other worlds on the next tsunami. dry bed or wet, we sink, we rise, we float away into other worlds. we accept the contract. we ride the next wave. (LadyLabyrinth / 2022)

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Going All Bruce Lee

"Going All Bruce Lee" It’s like holding water in your hands. they say, be like water as if on the drop, the turn of H20 on tap, one can go all Bruce Lee. he was rather gung-ho; but the subliminal message he projected, without malice in his lithe fluidity brought on dreamy visions of going all soft and compliant. one might say malleable, with the flow. water has its hard moments like when it turns to ice. frozen in cold abrupt moments. I read a poet, tonight, she says, “consciousness swims slick outside my fingers, trembling perceptions pure and round. Infinitely slow I close my grip, entrapping and watch them drown”. I felt that. I felt that. Memories of what was solid once, drift down with the heaviness of time, weight sinking through the lightness of water. Sun shines through water. it touches the top to mid-section doesn't mean it rhymes in time with what is beautiful and poetic. Sometimes the beauty lies, ugly, at the bottom, covered in silt. drowned. you know what I mean. I know you know what I mean. Sunshine never touches that place. but treasure and objects of beauty lie there, waiting to be found. the silt residing with sunken treasure, that which also lies with car wrecks, sifting rotting useless tenure, carries residual essence. there is found forgotten moments of beauty and pleasure in the discarded flotsam and jetsam washed up on a shore, like memories begging to be gripped in palms that want to be read. it aint shiny and new. shells held to an ear, there is message in the sound; we are just, content with the mystery of it all. "Empty your mind. Be formless, shapeless, like water. You put water into a cup, it becomes the cup." Me and drowned Bruce Lee, in the end floating memories. war came in like a flood, no ark nor shipped platform to be saved. Memories dissolve like aspirin. We swallow all we love and understand, the meaning of it all hits us on review. eventually, we float immortal into other worlds on the next tsunami. dry bed or wet, we sink, we rise, we float away into other worlds. we accept the contract. we ride the next wave. (LadyLabyrinth / 2022)