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It's Calm Under The Waves In The Blue Of My Oblivion.

He Goes Along Just As A Water Lily Gentle On The Surface Of His Thoughts His Body Floats Unweighed Down By Passion Or Intensity Yet Unaware Of The Depth Upon Which He Coasts And He Finds A Home In Me For What Misfortune Sows, He Knows My Touch Will Reap

You're All I Need And Maybe Some Faith Would Do Me Good.

I Might Sound Crazy About This But, Years Ago, My Mom Told Me: "we Almost Died When You Were Born. Both Of Us." I Was A Caesarean Baby, And The Doctor Who Delivered Me Later Told Me, "i Opened Your Mother Up, And You Were Right There. It Freaked Me Out Because Everything Was Broken And Out-there." I've Thought About It A Lot - Could This Have Something To Do With The Fact That I'm Only Happy When I'm At Home And Alone? Maybe I Was Just Freaking Out For Two Weeks Before I Was Born, Feeling Really Insecure.

My Heart Went Cold And Only Hollow Rhythms Resounded From Within, But Then He Rose, Brilliant As The Moon In Full And Sank In The Burrows Of My Keep, And All My Armor, Falling Down, In A Pile At My Feet.