Poetry by Orilea Chase & Photography by Mark Lewman

Rich in salty breath
I fill my lungs
with the sweet release
of twilight.

Water moves in primal rhythm,
oscillations and echoes
whisper and remake me
as I give my mind
to its timeless secrets.

Opening spaces fill with
subtle tremors of sound and light,
creating in beats of wind
passing through my skin.

I am whole and uncreased again.

Photo by Mark Lewman


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