Flood me,
He said.
With your,
Anticipations and Trepidations.
With your,
Ambitions and rejections.
Watch,
If I swim.
Or, if I
Drown.
Trial and Error
Has proven
That Disillusionment
Sells well.
You might never part
From
Your thunder.
But,
I cannot
Keep drinking
Your storms.
Flood you,
I would.
If I wasn't already
Swallowed in the Sea.
If I knew how to stay afloat.
If I knew that I would drown
In you,
With you.
Flood him,
I might.
Salinity put to use.
Waves,
Might float
You far.
And, I might
Remain
At the bottom of the ocean,
After you flood me.
With your,
Expiation and Affectation.
With your,
Desires and Wile.
You might
Watch then,
And deny
The rescue.

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Mirage.
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