You permit my digression into flowing ideas
down a river through entertainment.
It takes me away from the tik-tok
into the essence that sustains my wildest invention.

I breath freely in this state of breathless possibility
and calmly in these rapid waters.
I backstroke and breaststroke,
sidestroke and butterfly,
and smile as the flow becomes me.

Gentlelady, would you propose a Bill to give me
a lifetime in this flow?
In your final minute, final hour, final day in office,
vote for my need so that I may never leave this place.

You, I urge, can act now and take this opportunity,
now, to fix my life.

I wash ashore and slowly direct the feet at my ankles
to lift my life vertical.
And the country is dry, and the state is dry,
and I am dry.