tangents
A thought:
A bath
Warming wetting
Soaking away the dried
Essence of me
A tangent:
Cleaning
Sinking under in a cloud of bubbles
To come up smelling
Of chemical roses
A tangent:
Bubbles
Rainbowed perfection
Beauty, fragile,
And indistinct
To walk the surface of a bubble
Like climbing
celestial spheres
A tangent:
Bleeding
Staining orange
The baby bubbles
Blood floating round the cut
Billowing like
Clouds of smoke
From the gash in my arm
A tangent:
Fighting
The warm without
hurting the cold within
The scars of battle
Mark my arm
And my heart
No casualties
Yet
A tangent:
Dreaming
To sink so low
Consume me
Float me
Smother me
Mother me
Clean me
And breathe life
Back into me
A tangent:
Cleaning
Dissolve the pain
And the dried blood
Cleanse my brain
Ready to fill
With nonsense
A tangent:
Tangents
Shooting off
To measure my gradient
How steep am I?
Change in y
By change in x
If I could measure x and y
You could plot me
Tell my future
Not meaning to disappoint Descartes
All I can plot are my bipolar co-ordinates
And all they draw are downward spirals
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