In reply to the lion fodder floating down the turbid waterway...
(See the only comment ever made on my blog under 'Spinning')
The idea of feeding the big cats your shredded remains
demands reflection and speculation about this food chain metaphor...
I would not knowingly detach your flesh from your corporealness,
and certainly not plate a meal for the the consumption of the wild forces embodied by your vision.
I am sorry you feel consumed.
Obfuscation in the clouded land could feel like an turning towards distress.
Watercourse, muddy or not, will lead you somewhere.
Lift up your head, and you can see the way.
Swimming can be useful.
I can assure you, I would never front-float in any water I could not drink!
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