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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