~internal baptism
I am pale air
perhaps I have fallen into
the bone-white ghost
of my own reflection
as it ripples
the distance of
dark blue
call me alice as I slip
through the hole -
through the whole
of me
& find that my lungs
can hear things
see things
feel things
like cold radiance
or
an enticing warmth
in the deep below
& when I resurface
I'll write of swallowing
the river
& my discovery
of holy water
lah 6.27.12 ©®
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