The swimming lessons

My hands are lazy windmill wings
that move because of pressure.
Among the all forgotten things
desires are the measure
that the apocalypse begins.

A brittle ghost shell absorbs
the heartless liquid substance.
Degrading to the lonely drops
I only use the past tense
to speak of world without ropes.

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