Into the Sea

Into the Sea

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The sea, the sea
If only i lived, under or below
bottom and down,
deep and hollow
and down, and down, and down i go
below the surface
i cannot breathe

But atleast i get to see the sea
in all its vastness
of deep green treasures
sinking in
and blinking
the waters momentarily blind my eyes
with fishes and sponges
all around the beds of shiny, spiny lobsters

Swimming in circles,
round and round and round, i go
as sun light comes tickle-ing
the skins of my eyes
and i would very much like to
swim ahead of all these fishing sharks
and to seek the mirth in silver light
and light i find upon a broken stone
oh my, how wonderful the sea can be

The sea, the sea
if only i lived, but under or somewhere
below
and bottom i go, the furthest to swim
to dream of land dwelling monsters that cannot swim
and think of naught but wonderful things

But where do i go?

And see, and see, i see the sea,
and seeing
what is not misleading
Drinking the poison that is
not thirst nor hunger
merely the longing to feel deeply

Oh my, how wonderful the sea can be