if i sing to my water it will rearrange its formation.
but when i drink all my water there arrives a true sensation,
i can consume without cessation,
let me absorb the information.
i am a human water sponge,
i imbibe through my tongue;
then down the pipes into the pit
of my porous stomach it
travels through the estuaries
carries down the tributaries
to the delta, the inner mouth,
where my bodily waterway spits it out.
and here the message slows its flow
to trickle into one last place to go.
words like water lap upon the shore
sloshing through arteries, taking a tour.
until finally it filters the feelings and finds
the heart of the river, the thoughts in the mind.
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