15 February 2025
simple, huh?
blending icons, other entertainments,
pinch zoom on every word I’m born to hear
pump iron by any other name because
it’s my life, I know I’m welcome to it
and in the depth of depth psychology
the emptiness amazes, days my nights
its background hum’s a symphony for life
of one movement only, one bar, one note
a cello underwater would whale sweet
but bubbles from the cellist’s mouth betray
a concern for those who cannot remain
here in the liquid zombie zone that’s me
but I am neither water nor the wave,
the maths is simple, elegant and clear
my message to myself cries out aloud
fear not, swim deep, and then come up for air