this river within the silken dark
is not dark
it waters my silent mouth
flows across the table
and i drink it up
but it is wide and deep
an unrelenting current washing over me
it erodes all hope of deliverance
i cannot fight it
in it there is no fear
only the unfamiliar awe
of being consumed
until all that i am is taken in
and these endless panting waters
full
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