In It from Vision Sweeps by Dragonsail Puppets

IN IT

I'm going to sit here unmoving in the spinning waves
With the Earth shifting
Screaming cresting and churning
I can feel burning
Swallowed up to the waist in it

I'll be overtaken in the funk of it and be spent
Jammed down pried up and split
Until my last breath is taken up
I will sit here and breathe in it

Until my soul has wings
Escorted past unremembered things
And I become the voice of the storm
And the heart of the furious sweet burn
I'll be deeply turned in it

While they parade, encircle floats
Pooch it out on lifeboats
Shockers grown shabby through too much exposure with me still and perched
In the hormonal Brew
I'll sit and stew in it

While the purists lose empires they never possessed
And feel darkly pressed
Start sharpening claws in a world without laws
I'll be fleet-footed and I'll be calm in it

As we pass into chaos and howl to the center of night
I'll be neither left nor right
I'll be the center I seek
Swallowed in the washing waste
A silent single place in it

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