And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells ~ is it life . . . being underwater howdoes a manbreathe perhapshe doesn’tand perhapshe isn’t butit feels as thoughhe is suspendedabove the ocean floor moving armsand legsto propel himself –to swim –raising eddies of brownand glintfrom the sandas he moves fishare loud creatures there … Continue reading dream a dream (swimming)
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