"Swimming Pool"

Still.
Through a distant eye you appear dead, wasted.
You are full yet empty.
Wind.
You shift like the smallest petal on the most
Delicate of flowers, like dominoes.
Ripples.
The tiniest of movements shifts your entire body.
You dance alone, but with yourself.
All.
Upon first sight we see nothing, but look closer
                             And we see our whole world.
Everything that surrounds us; good, bad, colour, shadow.
Death.
Taker of life, you do not assist, you just are,
                             True to the cycle.
Of course;
Joy.
Your cool body so tempting, desired by spectators,
                             Human or otherwise.
Interrupted.
You are forever being torn apart, parts removed,
Parts replaced.
                             Never the same.
Still. Ripples. Death. Joy.
But neglected.
Used.


16.12.11 ~ The Broken