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Mar 2013
Here I sit
Glazing glaikitly at the one-eyed, black mirrored screen,
Wondering.

Went for breath,
Got water.

Mouth above the line
Quick breath
Back under.

Strangely peaceful down here,
Among the fish

Well , they always did say
Plenty more in the ocean.

Perpetual motion.

Upwards this time.

Perhaps.
Malcolm Harris
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Malcolm Harris  London
(London)   
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