The swims
February 27, 2010
After diving, I swath my head in pillows and sheets, to sleep.
And there, I sway and bobble, roll in the sea that's been impressed on my brain.
I feel my fluid body compress, and decompress.
And I swim, and swim, and swim. And I dream gill dreams.
And when I wake, I'm an explorer. An astronaut up here in this dangerously thin atmosphere.
Breathing slow, and peering out of little windows.
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