by dan ankers
Waves crash against my head
As I prefer the deep end
As deep as I can go really
The ocean, tempted to swallow me whole
And I, tempted to allow it; to lose control
Yet the ocean allows me to float
And I still swim, because that way looks grim
Always though, that temptation is there
And the ocean flirts with submerging my hair
Waves
Little ones out here
Cresting and crashing with singular flair
Beating against reason with unanimous volition
Attempting to cash-in on my curious condition
Waves, from me
Going out into the sea
Irregular in pattern
A precocious use of the atoms
Not like the sea at all, very self involved and free
Because I am me
What the sea does not know
Is why I choose to go
Anywhere I want to be
Even sometimes, out into the depths of itself
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