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Submerged



Everything is somehow

Perfect.

Licking the sidewalk

Tastes of salt

As if we were meant

To live in an ocean of

Concrete coral reefs

And warmness.


Treading near the surface

All my life

I have finally grown tired

And I can feel the bottom

Scratching my back

As I lay there,

Lungs collapsed,

Relaxed

For the first time.


Everything is cold

But it is also clear

And I can feel

The seaweed grabbing my

Body is really just a

Meadow

Submerged,

And now I feel at home.


Years go by

And eventually I grow gills,

Breathing,

Filtering

But never tasting.

Never building a home.

I just sort of wander.

I just sort of float.


One day the sun comes out

And I notice

How it transforms murky shadows

Into yellow stripes,

Alive and animated,

Connecting everything.

Overwhelming my senses.

I close my eyes.


Even then

Light-filled shapes

Are imprinted on the backs of my

Eyelids

Still moving

Dancing.


Suddenly,

For the first time in years,

I must breathe.


Surfacing,

My gills disappear,

For I do not need them

Anymore.

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