. . . purity . . .

I take my last feral breath

fall face forward to the wavy sky

I close my eyes against

the glitter of bubble and sun shards

the water ever esurient

is a million trillion microliths

scrubbing my earthly sillage

so I might take on a watery one

I exalt in my purity

no longer futile

and sink into nothingness


MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie: Wordle 121 and Photo Challenge 131


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