Body

Lake, a large body of water surrounded, a leech
on the foot of this bubbling chaos, let it eat
at the cellular being, better to set the blood 
loose into a vast entropic world pulling undertow,
the floss tied to the tooth of all things, to 
the great watery reverberation of murk and silt,
white churn and foam on the float home, feeling
ripe for submerging beneath ripples, suctioning to
semi-bouyant pads of lilies, as odd oblong bellows
summon a deep place, below 
algae and gleaming surfaces, there is a green 
blue invitation to belong; there is a fluid body 
from which to return