In past times swimming
I was determined in
Ways untested. Far
Enough away to be
Able to say I’d given up
Thinking of being there,
Failing in being despite
The old confidence
I had back when melded
To my current state of mind
Which while blended
To each conscious step, left
When I dreamed of being
Beneath the kelp drifting,
Dreaming like a bass in
The sun which shined down
Between the leaves bright
In the world where no
One breathes. Small fish
Swirl away leaving large
Ones like me breathless.
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