Ocean

Sometimes I think
I can just hold
my breath
and sink
so low,
where there is no more
blue,
where it is only black
and heavy
with nothing.
So I think
maybe
I can sink more.
I can grow gills,
or claws,
just to remain
deep
and low
at the very bottom
laying on that
silky, sandy surface.


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