Quiet is an impossibility. Staying calm remains a perception, and not a perpetual possibility in the middle of a final land.
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Turning slowly, rusting in a white mist. Drowning in the bluesy trail of the panorama. In the arms of barbaric death, the shores speaking to me in spineless decay. Past canyons and canals through the towering pulses. By the hands of impulses and epiphanies, I’m hiding the sound of voyage into a dreamless sleep. You need to come with me.
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Deep 🙏
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Mariana Trench
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You don’t much deeper.
Truly, an aquatic implosion.
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Going under.
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Six feet under…
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“…You need to come with me.” Powerful sentence.
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Thank you.
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That hopeless gaze of bubbles feels like a trance or a calling to go deeper. Excellent photo presentation
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Lovely. I don’t see down. I rarely see down with anyone writing this rawly. Mostly with your work I see something like the motion of swimmers with breaststroke: they can appear to have gone under; only to re-emerge.
I like
– the final land. It is final and then we are done.
– the hands…….because epiphanies seem to need midwifery and are not genuinely spontaneous. Or so it seems to me.
-that command at the end because epiphanies lend themselves to commands. Not too much else does except insane, rampant ego.
Your writing since I have been reading it has grown more certain. Bolder. Even, if I can say this also, more aware of our presence. That being the case, I do not feel unsafe being commanded.
Wonderful again, Watt. Sarah
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Thank you so much Sarah!
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Obviously nice writing. The first part did make me think about staying calm in my little mind world. I say to myself ¨easy¨, it´s a simple word but it has a great potential.
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It is kind of easy. I was so obsessed with capturing a feeling in my mind that I could not throw its throes onto work. I only tried.
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You´re right, I find myself that if I capture that obssesion in haractera good direction it´s very good for me. Like constantly thinking of my characters in my first novel called The priest and the psychologist….go figure.
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True fun…
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fun is the key word
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24 hours ago, there was a poem here. Did you disappear it? Sarah
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Yup. Didn’t like it very much. The only good part was the comments.
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Ok.
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thank you, and greetings from Italy
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Thank you too.
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