a thirsting
that is unaware of itself lets me limber onward
naturally unknowing, successfully so
before me, returning often
navigating by osmosis thus not at the wheel
nor oar nor rudder
the water to nourish is abundant
yet i thirst
as if it were salty
my veins welcome the surge
my brain remembers the high
a casualty
i will beg, steal, curse the creator
organically natural
shutting down
failing the task at hand
not
drinking water