O Violent Vividity

Water seeks the lowest point

To lie in deep and cold

Only to be apprehended by the sun

Who heaves it to the hot heights

To Heaven, whence it falls again

To find its rest below.

And so,

the sun recalled and drew me up

As soon as I had slept.

Orchestral swoops of the Valkyries’ Flight

Would come to claim the dead

And Dad would take my sheets until

I’d risen from the bed.

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