growing machine halted

i drink from clay pots                baked ago, long in my mind
 
a stream forms underground           thats how i know i dont drown from swimming


away, far from view               there is a glow at the end of this darkness jokingly
pulling down             the kingdom of groundrising burnt to dark swimmers
i drink from rivers
above me a race against itself       i build a dam to turn the gears of the walking sound
 
churning unclaimed earth               my dust machine
the water is home           on rocks in frozen motion


through darkness blown apart 


now inhale.