After his great dissent,
his body slipped under, breaking
the hem between sea and sky,
his fragile breath displaced by water.
He tread feverishly,
as the waves pulled at his cracked shoulders,
and urged him to greet the murky depths beneath,
but he thrashed against the tide's shackles,
and still would not succumb to human limit,
and still would not defer his dream,
aching like Tantalus,
arms outstretched towards the heavens.
In his final moments,
his head was cocked up at the sun,
a proud grin beaming on his face
as the ocean poured into his lungs,
and he sank.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
After his great dissent,
his body slipped under, breaking
the hem between sea and sky,
his fragile breath displaced by water.
He tread feverishly,
as the waves pulled at his cracked shoulders,
and urged him to greet the murky depths beneath,
but he thrashed against the tide's shackles,
and still would not succumb to human limit,
and still would not defer his dream,
aching like Tantalus,
arms outstretched towards the heavens.
In his final moments,
his head was cocked up at the sun,
a proud grin beaming on his face
as the ocean poured into his lungs,
and he sank.
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