In water
I am most vulnerable
weightless
wingless
my false sense
of security
defies
what lies beneath
the lips
of waves
still
I fill my lungs
with the world I know
take it with me
into the
deep
intruding on
the maritime sailors
who sleep
buried
with secrets
and salt
and I am
innocent again
baptized
by the hands of Neptune,
lulled by a silence
that to me
is song.

















Still am, frankly. 






meg


Obviously, he chose the invisible gills..










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