I Swim With Sharks

What loosens the knot that keeps together hair in a bun from falling asunder? Beats me but the sea blows wind that sets me at ease, I dip a toe in the water in reply to the tease, on the edge, considering what benefit is release if my one whole piece dissolves in the fluid fleece. I dive in, more like throw in my regard for safety sinking to the ocean floor in shreds while my need for the same into deeper water treads… I swim with sharks. I left my caution by the door, swimsuit and virtues by the shore, What could I ever gain from this chore? So the fear calls my name no more. My compass points the needle without a clue, so I dance around the teeth that nip the blue but will rip my muscles so I stay for the stew. My life that bleeds and feeds the ocean hue leads the predators to prey, but who is who when the sharks know I pose a danger, too? I swim with sharks. I left my caution by the door, swimsuit and virtues by the shore, What the hell do I do this for? So the fear calls my name no more. Till then, I answer.