Fish
Nearly reaching the end
The drowning man;
Pauses for a moment
Smiles as his lungs
Fill with satisfying saltwater
And his voice is swallowed.
The ocean waves crash,
High above his head,
Their thunder muffled, distant
For a while he remains,
Part sea, part man
Unsound, still a newborn
Then his eyes close and
Accepting his death
He floats on the tide
Darting into the depths
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