Unfathomed
Unfathomed
Consciousness swims slick outside my fingers,
Trembling perceptions pure and round.
Infinitely slow I close my grip,
Entrapping, and watch them drown.
Elizabeth McCann
Copyright © Elizabeth Mccann | Year Posted 2022
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