This being human is water,blue blankets, morning mists, and waves,green sea foam, slick pools in blae caves,bubbling, then steeping morning tea. Pushed by seasons, pulled by physics,this being human is water.Warm and greeting, cooled receding,ice-stretched hinterlands. Temporals shaping our molecule’s context.Single teardrops and moon-tide swells,this being human is water.We wander from mud to rainbows. We’re…