Aqueous Transference
Once an overbearing dictator,
Now a haphazard mayor,
The vapor is losing,
It’s power in prayer.
Dissipation is all I have left,
I cling to it much like life,
Hoping the vapor,
Recedes its strife.
“Save me from myself,
I have fallen from whole,”
Cries the vapor,
From which I used to goal.
I reach out time and time again,
Keeping the vapor handy,
If only to remind me,
That life is really liquid candy.
I have become water,
And as vapor’s nearly gone,
I still hope it transpires,
Before I pass on.
When I’m done being aqua,
I hope to try vapor once more.
It feels right in my atoms,
And always an element of my core.
-Jamie (@GuyOnAWire)
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