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Anchors and Air
I don’t know of anything
That I am remotely good at
And
Evidently
That includes swimming
For I
Am sinking
...
Tied to this anchor
The limb
I cannot sever
I sink
Deeper
And
Deeper
...
Beauty is found
In waves
Moments I do not fight
Breathes are granted
Not by submission
But rather
Acceptance of submersion
For
There are beautiful things
scattered amongst the dark
And
It is here
That the light appears
Most serene
And
I am found
...
I do not know of anything
That I am remotely good at
But
I’ll be damned
Before I lose sight
Of the light
That I am remotely good at
And
Evidently
That includes swimming
For I
Am sinking
...
Tied to this anchor
The limb
I cannot sever
I sink
Deeper
And
Deeper
...
Beauty is found
In waves
Moments I do not fight
Breathes are granted
Not by submission
But rather
Acceptance of submersion
For
There are beautiful things
scattered amongst the dark
And
It is here
That the light appears
Most serene
And
I am found
...
I do not know of anything
That I am remotely good at
But
I’ll be damned
Before I lose sight
Of the light
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