I wrote this. And then decided to speak it. And then I recorded it. And that's that. 

Flail Wildly

I live close to the edge of death
Somewhere where blue water turns into black
And light escapes the eye 

Floating my limbs reach out from me
My neck craned like a rose to the sun
Fingers rake water clean

Here there is no sounding alarm
There is nothing but speckles of light 
Dancing as if I’m unseen

Around me my limbs tossed to and fro
My body light and free from the weight 
Now I become awake and alive 

I pull my hands toward my heart 
Throbbing and pure like the day I was born
Eyes wide just the same and yet 

I see.

©Jocelyn Aucoin


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