You said I was to imagine a great thirst,
and then to slake it.
But I think “back at ya!” –
instead why don’t YOU imagine
you are the sea itself
with salt in your throat,
waves rolling off your tongue
tasting the brine of last night’s sleep –
the great deep trenches
deep as the pathways
of your lungs, as if we could name
your breaths Mariana, Tonga, Aleutian –
And you cannot imagine thirst
because you are nothing but thirst.
And you cannot imagine drink,
because you are nothing but drink.
In this way you, the reader, and I
break the fourth wall of the sea –
the stone jetties and dikes,
the levees and breakwaters,
give way. Our tsunami comes then,
beyond imagination.
Miz Quickly
Scratch Space 
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Trenchant composition. Thanks
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“Trenchant” LOL!
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I love this so very much, both the concept and the execution.
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Thank you!
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Love this, especially:
“you are the sea itself”
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Thanks!!
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What a clever write. Just brilliant
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Thank you!!
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… taking my breath away, naming each breath.
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Oooh!
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This is just so darn cool, especially the final two stanzas!
A second qbit blog, who knew?
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I thought of the Kracken in the sea at first, but the sea all the waters as one living entity –
Really an oceanic leap of thought! waving – well done!
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“as if we could name
your breaths …” From this all the way to the end is particularly magnificent. When I finished, I realized I had been holding my breath I was so moved.
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