Embalmed

Those who swim in cool clean water. Do they swim in ephemeral water? For love of glistening sparkling water? Or from listless loveless loneliness? Is body immersed to forget or renew? Body offering taken out upon tide. Freedom embroiled foam promise never quite becomes regenerative true. Swim in primeval womb in darkness. Sense deprivation absolute craved by encumbered few. Offering taken out upon tidal rip clothed in dark twinkling star garment absorbed in keen yearning for heaven before cast back to land life duties. Angels watch over heaven bound marvel at souls cast down to rise. Copyright © Terence George Craddock