I’ve never dreamt of drowning 

only repeated its motions

 

i would be a fool 

to say that 

i am dry now 

basking in a warm towel 

miles away from

any given body of water 

 

sometimes i still sink to my depths 

paddling against shallow currents

 

perhaps it’s the paternal urge to create phobia 

long before it manifests in these dismal inquires 

of engulfing rapids swaying from shore 

and greying faces drawn from dust 

and limp legged arachnids vying for the consent of our existence

 

pioneer of fear 

here and there 

i might gasp for air 

getting into the shower 

 

but i’ve convinced myself that is

just love

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