Waves of Gravity

there is the weight of water

that I’m breathing

and the weight of stones

I carry for gravity.  Sink.

When I am disspelled of my names

I’m left as a black core

somewhat rotten, holding a candle

and the tide comes in again

rushing me to the bottom

and I’m nowhere then, but

utterly alone

in dark waters

that suffocate the screams.

Thoughts:

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