Origin of self

(The difference between 0.4 and 3.5% NaOH)

 

My pelvis adjusts,

Stones shift,

Press into my feet.

I kick off again.

 

Molecule rolls over molecule,

Energy transfers,

Move, shift, crash.

 

Tympanic vibration.

Your waves,

Transport me.

 

I judder, rebalance, stand,

Feel the salt in my hair,

My mouth.

My eyes sting.

 

Draw me out,

I should stay.

There’s safety at this edge.

 

But I let you take me.

And I am in you, not of you,

You don’t need me.

Foreign body, sink or float?

 

You transform,

I dissolve.

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