Quit thrashing, just float
Existing within
these temporary forevers we have
while holding our breath
Survival depends on
the duration of immersion
death is quick
and silent
The sound of settling
echoes over the splashing waters
Intentions clear
a still pool
These waters may be rough
but sheer power of will
keeps me afloat.
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