I am thinking of what I swimwithin and the small pieces/peaces that are drifting around between the rocks but not like smaller rocks or when water gets really thick and muddy and sort of sits between stones, I’m thinking of the drifting sticks or the green strands of those shallow plants that just wave in place as clear water goes around it. Most of all I’m thinking of these waters I live inside you these days. Of how when all moves very slowly suspended and ebbing around to linger and reverberate around the waters and you can only hear inside there.
I think this ‘suspension’ is what I am trying to get across here. Like the support you have isn’t even natural forces like the planets or how solar wind redirects magnetically it’s like all of that doesn’t even effect when I’m immersing myself into these waters of you-with you.
I talk my tongue into very hard knots where it doesn’t even seem like the string has wrapped itself around but more like it has swelled and concretized- my hands and fingers can not really compensate for these swellings of my mouth and use a lot of small objects around them or gild keys to open locks of doors I see in my sleep to move on to the next trial but honestly in wake these keys open nothing and instead I just burned my hands a lot while casting and hammering but here in this space the knot does nothing but melt into the soft and flowing fabric that you stitch into the fabric of your mouth.
You used the word ‘completeness’.
"I’m here to be closer/to you"