Partial to the past where I was born
Over and over, I fall into the sea
Wave after wave washes over me
Into the dark depths I dive
Immersed in water I swim I thrive
The taste of salt suspended on my tongue
Moments and memories perpetually strung
Inhalation a fluid movement through time
A tepid temperature makes my blood prime
I touch the bottom with the tips of my toes
What is downward nobody knows
I propel awake undulating surface tension
Until I float up higher beyond comprehension
Once again paralleling a disturbed state
Next to my future I elaborate
Once more, I find decorum in the storm
Richard Carter
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