Water recedes
You see the bottom of the river bank
It’s not the pretty glittering stones that shine the moonlight
Not those ostrich egg like smooth gem stones that slime and slip bare feet
Not those spiny spiky like hostile shells or urchins that make habitat for nemos
But just bare soil
Soil too dry
Loathable brownies
No one wants to eat
Disgust to digest
So mucus moistures
Enables its edibility
Mechanically affectionately
Doesn’t quite work isn’t it
Dry soil grows no tears
A single droplet of dew - I thought it might be
Headache
Fever heat
I put the earthy paste of brownie back into the oven
It warms and heats and –
Dries up even worse
Not true
It’s already at its driest state as can be
It simply feceates
Feceasation
A form of sublimation
By contrast
Reduces every possible on earth
Cyclical
Rejuvenate
Revigorate
Water restores
Returns to planet mother earth the soil
Sail through mists of misery
Woes and trees
Still a piece of dry bread
Unnoticeable crust
Abandoned face
I wait for the heat to recede
I wait for my eye brims to dry
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