Don’t be frightened by my fits of inspiration,
The dark currents of thought that pull me under.
I’ve been living here,
The slits in my throat send me faithful bursts of air.
It hurts to breathe this way, but I’m not drowning.
My seaweed eyes follow the dance of sunlight on the water’s surface
Obscured by reeds and algae.
I will feel the warmth of sunlight again,
But the gills may never close.
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