Unloosed

I am the sloshing
at the bottom of a
deep
deep
well.
Both disturbed
and flowing.
Both turbulent
and loosed.

This must be done
And it must be felt.

Almost always ever contained
in situations
such as these.
But now am the sloshing
at the bottom of the well.
Lapping up the bitter
along with the
sweet
sweet
depths that heaving waters
tend to stir up and create.