two lonely bodies

There are two lonely bodies of water that coincide.

They coexist in marvelous nature. They feel alive.

They are not to be overwhelmed.....

Or underminded with your boring dull disclosures.

And tragic toxic pollution and sappy diatribe. 

The indigenous people of the water's land ridge are funny silly happy people who idolize the sun. The only ones who swim through the body of water- the one on the left. 

The tribe makes it towards to the right, 

They swim back and forth and it results

In their suicidal mission of the ghost

Inside their very machine and hardware.

Graphic bionic pristine suicide. 

I know it can be heavy....

I know it can be lucid....

Like a dream.....

Too obscene for them to welcome....

Two bodies up stream.