Black water

Black water

Oar's swirling wetness stinging my popular face invisible in the
revolutionary shadow called night. Death lurks around me, and we taunt
each other as at play, it seeking for anonymity's escape through my
unwanting embrace, as if to exchange that state of its regularity which
I hunt here, in liquid hydrogen's world sharing with me its vital
gas.

Oxygen, powering me to breakdown, to breakaway, on a glide-path of its
two-for-one atomic partnership with universal 'H'; we reflect each
other, lap at seeming reflections quivering to dances invented new by
my oar, cutting deep, then gone in time's reverse as if untouched then,
ever.

You find me each night, unquestioning and new is your greeting, one
hand formlessly spreading wide the way of quiet being, you knew me
before time summoned me suited in mystery's wings furled against
possible flight, soon. And on your silkened garment of stealth does my
shadowy oar dapple with thrusting toward unknown arrivals at unknowable
catapults o'er bastions of brutality's plentiful harbours.

How I long to be??.as water, said the wise eastern advisor; he, Mr.
Lee, may now envelope my smallish kayak delivered here nightly by him
who heeds such sage advising, only to find expectancy's prize: h2o
beckons as a siren the atomic substance of jfk2?????..