Like Water (thoughts triggered by David Bowie tributes)

Live like water.
Flow over, across,
Around and through
Always moving, changing.

Skin and flesh and bones
Are crumbling, sagging,
Stretching, creaking
Prisons.

Even at an illusory best
When they feel like home,
When nothing hurts or stalls,
Prisons.

Find a crevice,
Seep through.
Travel through the mirage
The oasis is around the bend.

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