Something tells me that the water’s full of passing fascinations, vagaries in aggregate intoxicating with its wishful disposition while the muddied undercurrent slips and bleeds beneath.

Something whispers as I dive in deeper not to hold my breath, instead to let the tempt of disbelief relieve my suffocation, instead to put my faith in bitter fish that I could catch from all my fantasies and appetites.

Something taunts me from the surface where the breaking waves are inclinations, interrupted constancies and promises beyond the offing fleeting and depleted.

Something mocks my gasping effort breathless.

Something laughs at my audacity to apprehend so incorrectly, to possess such resolution that I can ever breathe at all.

#paris #france #luxembourggarden

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