(at least one line of breath).
(but with no break). Now I can begin:
I dare not defy the slow flow (hhhhaaaaaa)…
nor the gentle rush of the stream.
It is almost too much for me.
My breathing is shy of the light tttttttt
It does not relax.
Is there an echo out here?
Perhaps I should leave before dark –
when I feel free.
The slow flow.
The rocking calm of rippling waves.
The shushing sound of water.
My fears slip away.
the memory of the
the current Too hostile to resist,
tempts me to follow the flow:
“Oh, go. Go!”
I am but a moment away from break-
to-go faster-than the slow… flow… of my madness.
ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss (goes on and on).