I am drowning,
I am returned.
In the flow,
On the ebbing tide.
I am drowning,
I am returned.
Wrong-shapened and unfamiliar to myself.
Overwhelmed as much by the experience, as by my release from it.
But ready, ever ready, for the next wave.
Which may sink me - what are the chances?
Which may settle me on soft, sun-dried sand further up the line.
What are the chances?
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 10:22 PM UTC
I am drowning,
I am returned.
In the flow,
On the ebbing tide.
I am drowning,
I am returned.
Wrong-shapened and unfamiliar to myself.
Overwhelmed as much by the experience, as by my release from it.
But ready, ever ready, for the next wave.
Which may sink me - what are the chances?
Which may settle me on soft, sun-dried sand further up the line.
What are the chances?
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