Naked and chilled, yet confronting the truth
The garments I shed now a heap in the distance
My back caved in, the shell is removed
Stripped of the weight that gave it all meaning
Man at his essence a woebegone drifter
The water will share in the ceaseless compassion
Closing in on its object while maintaining form
Nothing to cling to, no rope for the docking
I lower my hand to break this pained glass
The water displaced, my limb so intrusive
an unwelcomed guest can't keep himself out
Cupping the fingers and lowering elbow
I lift liquid hurt that seeps through the cracks
And pour what's left on my upturned face
the trickle reminds that loss never settles
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