vent Soma I watch the the liquid smoke flow up Thermal jets in dark oceanbeds and seas Blue. White. Flashes then explodes Washing over me in HD RGB Swimming in the calm tenor of another's voice I drown memories that swirl inside Learning how the water heats so high But the pressure prevents its boil Hydrothermal vents An ocean of probable commonality. Have I not made myself in ways As liquid hot enough to harm But never quite visibly boiling? I am tired of all this pelagic life. Rub my palms on salt crusted across my face The infinite venting of a pressurized boil Coming up from so many dark and hidden places Reddened eyes and aching limbs Evoke the shifting of my own planetary crust If it's not clear to you I'm sorry I cause so much pain 220420 ... raze the only supply vent that works up here was cut into my bedroom wall after the fact. a sideways peace offering from one of the worst men i've known. the best liars are the ones who convince themselves they're telling a truth only they're wise enough to understand. he's one of those. the grated mouth he gave me pumps air into my closet. if i abandon my bed out of desperation and curl up on the uneven floor, i just might make it through the summer without sweating off half my body weight while i sleep. 220423 what's it to you? who go blather from