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Poetry #64

ocean’s depth testing a metronome’s maximum,
for perhaps i am not falling but all along diving—
intentionally in a course of water in banter,
in an abyss that reveals its bliss in an embrace,
no amiss and evident in its kiss that emblaze,
and forsooth underwater yet not gasping for air;
immersed and dares to wander far from surface.

xi.vi.xxii