scopOphilic_micromessaging_888 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally.

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scopOphilic_micromessaging_888 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally.
Bodies of Water - Water Here
There Is Water Here
We suffer in the hurricanes
We engage in pointless fistfights with motorized anchors
We gall our bodies on relentless hammers
We beat our hands bloody on apathetic stones
We battle an onslaught of over soaked safety blankets.
There, in the impossible distance so far away we think we hear a calling, calm water might be there
We run on the ouroboros treadmills, legs like burning iron weights
We wade through painfully viscous mud
We trip and shamble across monolithic deserts that know nothing of rest and reprieve
We pull ourselves, crawling through claustrophobic maelstroms saturated with paper mache gavels.
There, in what might be the not far off, the dream machine sanctuary, we imagine refreshing water there
We strain to stay up our hands caught in Arctic jaws
We can’t shut out the sirens call leading into numbness oblivion
We fail to hide from the crushing suffocation
We are thrown into the wayward calamity doorway
There, enticing unbelievable true sensations promising long disremembered places, crystal waters are hoped to be there
We feel our flesh grow seeping fissures cut by desperation
We shout to the point of hoarseness trying to drive away the crushing helplessness
We flail and cry broken and shattered knowing only how it feels to fight for breath
We feel the blood run down from our mouth and dribble onto our neck as we scream and howl and wail wishing only for the slightest alleviation
Calm leaves rustling
Bloody hands
Refreshing breezes
Suffocating despair
Clear crisp air
Unbearable constant agony
Fear not For there is water here
(I was heavily inspired by the song ‘Water Here’ by Bodies Of Water. They’re a very good band and I want to thank them for making absolutely fantastic music and for helping me think this up even though it’s probably trash)