Water
Beneath the deep lakes
of your soul, there's no need to
swim for I cannot
drown. It's a holy
water, a sacred one and
long ago before
this world could have you,
before you were born into
this fragile body
of yours by washing
all over me you turned the
bitter tears of mine
into your sweetness
of joy like Okeanos. From
you, I could never
gulp down enough for
I forget to remember
but remember to
forget at the same
time, because one side of yours
is Lethe and the
another one is
Mnemosyn, thus to here and
now I can always belong.
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