Gods Playground. Poem by Christopher Holmberg

The open water is Gods playground,
to surround the eternal enchantment.
A free form of universal tricks begin,
set in stride is a damp case of skin.
Swift and agile, kicking and blowing,
precipitating through the perpetual jello.
A cosmos departs, from a lifes passive job,
on an elevator highway straight to the top.
Suddenly shattered at surface, without being dropped,
now where has the time flocked?
Has it soundlessly drift away,
into the air? Aware of the suns beam it glistens,
off of water-melon blue-berrys, the pool has given.
Now stuck in place, yet still in motion-
run away from the constant problems,
to the deep ocean hobble.
To release caged tension in gods playground.
The animation of lost time,
through self intervention.
A personal invention.

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