#259 buoyancy

sometimes the only way out is up so i surrender myself to buoyancy bubbles race me to the surface up out and above i continue to rise hands on naked arms caress me as i slip from sea to the night sky grindstones and tombstones are but anchors cut them off or remain forever fastened to the bottom always an embrace the night a lover accepting me without question every time i return my ascent continues grindstones and tombstones are but anchors cut them off or remain forever fastened to the bottom epw 1.4.07 perrysburg, oh