i am overflowing as whatever Im being filled with is overflowing from elsewhere.
the bursting over is happening and it is both beautiful and scary
when the river is swift but not swift enough to pull you under flowing towards a calm
I am in the place
i am that place
I am overflowing and the glaciers pour down the mountain in their own special sort of torrent
the places in me where I am no longer singing cannot be located anymore
in moments I miss them and the certainty they hold
those moments last a split second and then they correct themselves