An inconstant love

alone, I find the oceanic feeling
which philosophers long rhapsodized of
like quicksilver swallowed and sunk
a heavy stone within me
that thins to blood and courses fire;
to be is to realize
the mercurial.

Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at

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