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The ocean churns, deep in the bowels of its great stomach

A scurvy, a barnacle, a flag flung high amast 

From deep, deep down inside, below pressure boiling 
Bones exploding, windpipes constricting
Where no human soul should inhabit 
Down, down, down, where illuminates 
All manner of unseen creatures 
With crooked jaws
Electric lights of blaring neon green and soft sparkling 
Pinks 

And the color of glow sticks, that children wore ‘round their necks at skating rinks 

Where no child goes now, the pull and the noiselessness  of the silty bottom, where hagfish twist themselves over 
carcasses like women scouring the streets for loose change

I imagine my body down there
Blue veins and stuff new
Resting in the Mariana Trench 
Supine, arms floating upward towards light 

sans soleil 

A water dream, I am awake, fluttering eyelids! 

All around the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel the…. I don’t remember the rest

Tears and sweat like the ocean 
My heart is like the ocean 
Yet I have columns of flame around me 

And I pull on my t-shirt over my pale body
And drive myself to the ocean, letting cars pass
Wondering why 
And when my bare feet hit the sand 
My hazel eyes (or were they half blue and half brown? Nobody could ever decide!) are drawn to the expanse of water
Limitless possibilities, as the sun crowns the horizon 
I reach out my hand to grab something 
Across the eternal shocking blue 
And what I grab is another hand 

And it is my own

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