Defenses

Taking in

the static

of stillness.

Silence, slipping

I, wonder

wandering

where?

Wishing for someone other

something somewhere

far and near.

Wanting all and nothing

at once

the metaphor

an attempt to deliver esoteric exaggeration

among the tangible,

unseen among the seen

extending and folding,

empowered powerlessness

the jellyfish who floats

taking in the rays of the sun at the surface of oceans,

tumbled by the touch of unconscious humanness,

succumbing to its one and only defense,

to sting.

I am nothing I dreamt of being and yet

everything I could ever ask for.

This dream all I have to escape

a reality one can hardly claim as real.

Softness, stiffening

the mold of a sponge

no longer fit to soak in

the filth of what it was designed to clean

to clear,

is still a sponge.