Poetry Time 45: Underwater

We are wandering the bottom, or so it seems
We breath, we live, we gleam
Whatever we’ve seen. We’re waving our dry jokes goodbye
We are conjuring the bottom, or so it seems
We breath, we live, we dream
Wherever we lean. We’re waving our dry hopes goodbye
We are following the bottom, or so it seems
We breath, we live, we stream
Whenever we’re keen. We’re waving our dry loads goodbye


NaaN (Now, always and Never)