bleach

atlantic unibowl-there are hills
and valleys
in the water. it makes me wish
we were windborn, more free
but still it says no. we need this,
to be restrained.
it's a slave to itself too,
all the unforgotten
fluencies of water,
so xxl, high barbed, no audition.
competing without risk, these won't
try or want to corale you into
tolerating collaborations.
it lets bleach exist. lets us
put our stock in, bells
and whistles, and it giggles.
there are no windmills. only glaciers
only the curve of the earth
and the silvered pull at our distinctions.
we can keep it up, this modesty,
but it's not fenced in or
frosted with anything. eventually
we may see it an honor to be
chosen to drown in it. accept
you would be there be
taken care of, happy looking up
above your own fight rising,
so say thank you.