Without water

Waken
Not particularly altered
I've noticed
there is no water in a faucet
No drops. Dryness.
Silence.
No water means silence
I can't even think when my sink is so dry
Why?
How will my mold remain alive?
The wantage of water is stillness
No running, no run errands, chores
Shores
I crave
To be on a waterside
Longing to have my own river
So humanly
No limits for appetite
To have everything in right order
For personal use only
So secondly
The yearning of water
is the urge to be clean
Water is cleanliness
I want to wash my hair, i feel
a smell from my body
I'm not in depression
i tell everybody
Replying phone calls
It's just water, It's only
water in fault....60 % of me
I wish to wash my hands properly
To feel fresh wetness
On them. Yet it's still absent.
Absence.
The absence of water is absence itself
The wish to escape from my home
That seemed for so long
being a shell
Into wildness by my hooves
On sand and gravel
Of a park, through bushes
and trees rushing farther
And farther, on instincts counting
I'm thirsty
I'm older than thirty
I would drink from a river like a deer
Would lick dew from that color is green
But due to the absence of...
I finished yesterday's tea
I want my faucet to dissolve
I have aspirations to see
A fountain or waterfall
In order my mold thrive
Finally after all
Pipes have started to squeak
To produce, to provide
Water of rusty colors
I could have congregated a sword
From it, not a new one though
But ancient one that lies
In deepness of ocean or ground
With bloody stains on it
I could have made a weapon
From shortage of water and boredom
A bottle of wine is opened
I'm waiting
The shortage of water is waiting...

I've called to a water supplier
They promised to fix it till  5
I've started to look more gentle
At my faucets, to hypnotize
In my bathroom, in my kitchen,
To throw a glance from
The book in my hands, from one
Angle or another, from the door
Or a different door...
I'm afraid that anymore anymore...
I'm waiting.
Emptiness from the pipes
Becoming intense
It is twilight
It is definitely later than 5
I don't need any beautiful thing
If my teeth will start to decay
If I don't wash my dishes soon
Certainly I will deal with worms
That emptiness is prone
To expand, absorb, swallow
I'm not sure wether it's capable of
Anything good. Unlikely though.
It's more inclined to dissolve.
I ponder that hollow can bite
Adventurers, if lost in desert
In order to stay somehow hydrated,
Has no other choice, only provide
themselves with urine... You know...
I'm just saying...I m slightly puzzled
I would stick out my tongue
if there was rain outside.
I'm not in depression i respond
To phone calls
I'm waiting....
I reflect about God's blood
In wine
Why?
Omnipresence
Is always the main
Topic. Or absence
Of it...

Anyway...



In the morning I had a phone conversation with the communal company that provide water to my area. An assistant let me know that a huge black anaconda was extracted from pipes. The poor thing stucked in underground piping, struggling in convulsions and agony, it was releasing a poison that had disgusting color compared with tea or mildew or blood. After a few hours of diligent and hard work the serpent was free and in good spirit extradited to Australia. From now on that animal will be the animal non-grata and no danger. I mentioned only that tea has a pretty nice color and hung up. Of course i believe to our communal company.

27.10.21