This Is Now

It used to tick, stare me down
reinforce visions that didn't last
but I can blink out his sight
a depression I had to fight
I never imagined how much glass
could be chewed
and still survive

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Awakened places in me
sylvan and spring-fed
Afar awaits the sea
to wear like an immense
aqueous skin
Hushed by wonder
using all my senses at a time
but even when there’s thunder
I will dive to find your eyes.