Breaking the surface,
slipping into the icy depths,
the murkiness takes hold.
I give a twirl,
watching the bubbles rise to the top.
Despite water pressure,
breath comes easily...
So this is my fate,
and I accept...
Beloved wife to the octopus,
lost in the kelp forevermore,
with a disease of the mind...So wonderful
to be immersed in dreams.











Thanks! Hopefully the judges like it, too.


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