The act of sitting
Enclosed in a protective bubble
Light blotted out
By alternating pastel clouds and pulsing liquid cascades
While the filth of the world
Dissolves under the simple weight of water
While stormy sounds surround
As I lean back calm and confident
- Having relinquished all control -
That no droplet will penetrate my glass and steel fortress
Leaving me to bask in momentary mysticism
Satisfied in temporary solitude
A weary soul's respite from war torn reality
A childish delight at the intersection of science and magic
A grateful reimagining
Maybe this is what the womb was like
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