Thought I’d swim the mile
Plunge into the beast
Shove off with flapping limbs
Preservers are for tyrants
On I swam with my barking head
Finally stopping removing all that bound
Naked in the cold middle part of it all
Where the breeze whimpers letting up with a screech
Distant shores protrude on either side of me
Insignificant bobbing beacons of polarity
Here in the midst I float
Weaving the divide, pattering my vision with the blue sky
Within minutes I surrender to the man in the bliss
Brother, you old friend, you are me
I know his face
A visage lost in the chattering songs
Of self-created annihilation
I missed you, am dying to meet you again
Walk right in
I took you from me.
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