Am Wasser gebaut



It’s colder by the water

Everything we are

Implores us to move closer

Despite fears and loss


I try collecting moisture

Had half a jar

Spilt on your carpet

I wake up thirsty now


I’m sixty-five percent water 

Thirty-percent tears

Twenty-percent piss

The rest, blood and beer


Built close to the water

I have no fears

Of drowning in dreams

Or becoming myself 


Built close to the water

In a warming world 

The beach stretches to sunset

Tentacles reach for my beard


◄ Emanuelle Can’t

Childhood in the Woods ►


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