Movement III: waterform

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Knees bent down on the pebbles

Just sharp enough to remind me of my body

Chest stretched out and over the still late summer river

I see my water form

Reflecting me back to me

My river face

A seven sided circularity

Little ripples give constant movement to my mirror self

Like a million tiny waves live right beneath the surface of my skin

Maybe there is a surface tеnsion to my body

And I need only press my hands into my flesh until the bonds brеak

And send all the living in me

Gushing out to be in the world

I stare into the eyes of my water form

Knees bleeding, hands wet

Polygons spilling from my side