Muddy morning
Calm the fuck down.
Feel the space between
the notes and fall in.
You’ll collect your wits,
swim and learn to breathe
the water comfortably;
maybe drown a bit
’til yer tired of it.
Take a little bit
and chew it well.
Nothing’s changed,
but climbing back out,
everything tastes different.
Cold winter morning can sing.
mindofvero 