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Jul 2016
One end of the rope is tied
Snugly 'round my ankle
So tight, so taut the pull

Of the other end of the rope
Secured to heavy stone
Dragged down the mute atmosphere

Of water caressing me
Of pressure surrounding me
Of acceptance, the liquid's deliverance

I wrapped the rope 'round my ankle
Made sure the knot wouldn't slip
Tumbled into gravity's strong embrace

I measured the size of the anchor
Sufficient to carry me down
And the rope long enough to confound me

Out of my hands and into the deep blue sea
Out of time and into eternity
Out of control, depression's destiny
james arthur casey
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