familiar water, foreign wind
the waves crash over head.
it would make more sense to drown.
with the waves crashing over head,
i can't hear, or fathom another sound.
but there's something moving in the air,
as i gasp,sputter, attempt to breathe.
i'm gulping in a different atmosphere
than the salt that's always there
and it vexes me, while intriguing me at once.
if i could calm the raging waters and hold my head above
would i sense that on the breeze that which is stirring might be...
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