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Quiet Creature
Rynne

This dark water rises
 1
over calves, hips, breasts
 2
and so weak I have become
 3
quiet creature of flesh and bone
 4
arms lifted as branches
 5
straining and striving
 6
curled fingers limned by light
 7
I am reaching for the sun.
 8
Still I sink
 9
I falter, I fall.
 10
What way is there to survive
 11
except to reach?
 12
What is this silence?
 13

18 Aug 12


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