Boiling hot water... Dancing candle flames... Hypnotizing shadows on the wall... Intoxicating smell of the tea leaves... Rancorous beats of the drum...
And a single pendent around her neck;
Aquarius the water bearer steps into the sea,
defying the burning bubbles,
ignoring the dreadful message in the beats,
drunk with the smell of the green leaves,
yet intolerably calm, arching her back with the shadows on the wall.
She's half dead. Half of her body underwater -
where the beats do not resound,
where the message is lost,
where the flames go to die,
where shadows are reality,
where there is simply no time, no time to take in the calming smell of the leaves,
too much time to not breathe, to slowly die
She's half dead. Half of her body floating -
listening, looking, smelling.
intently. acutely.
searching for the hidden message,
but there is simply too much time,
too much time to not find the message,
too much time to slowly die...
