i am waist-deep in the pit’s placid waters. surrounded by sky on all sides. with my queen. we wade past reeds. we swim beneath the midday sun. hot beaming orb. staring it in the face.
i have found peace in the pit’s placid waters. and i have forgotten my name. a heron swoops in, skims his feet on the water. catches a sunfish in his beak and lands upon the shore. a golden stag grazes alone. and i’m staring it in the face.
they found a body in the pit’s placid waters. and i wonder just who put it there. chemicals and the threat of electric shock. broken glass sprinkled on the sandbar. these are the secrets of the reservoir. staring it in the face.
staring god in the face. and it’s staring right back at me. staring through me. i can feel it. it whose true name and nature elude. whose might i have awakened. the creator of all things. the only thing. i ask of it deliverance from ngewa’s insufferable chaos, that i may revel in alia’s serene beauty. begging for mercy.
"Glittery Bubbles", from the Colouring Book EP.