gravity propels it. yes, but is it really Blue?

gravity propels it. yes, but is it really Blue?

for me to ponder
as i drink heartily from the very hole
our ancestors drew
over the millennia.

later,
i don my chordates coat,
forage, hunt,
bathe, and lay sealed, contented

still undulating
within the warmth of its bowels.

though i know where it comes from
it is not clear where it's been.

i close my eyes.

as i begin to dream
i ask:
from where does your strength emanate?
what made you fierce?
and why?

while i plumb deeper--
dissolving.








gravity propels it. yes, but is it really Blue?
~noxalio~