Embalmed

Those who swim in cool clean water.
Do they swim in ephemeral water?

For love of glistening sparkling water?
Or from listless loveless loneliness?

Is body immersed to forget or renew?

Body offering taken out upon tide.
Freedom embroiled foam promise
never quite becomes regenerative true.
Swim in primeval womb in darkness.

Sense deprivation absolute
craved by encumbered few.

Offering taken out upon tidal rip
clothed in dark twinkling star garment
absorbed in keen yearning for heaven
before cast back to land life duties.

Angels watch over heaven bound
marvel at souls cast down to rise.

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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