I’m submerged in dark water.
A sloppy sea of thoughts, emotions
and the rolling currents of time,
knowledge, events.
The daily world softens in strange
half breaths of water and air. The ache
in my chest is receding and growing,
keeping rhythm with insisting water.
It is water moving toward and against
with my landscape's character responding
in slow change, unexpected vistas. It is water
giving up a question,
Are any of us really free to choose?
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