Plunge; from hunger
It's been a long time since I swam the ocean.
The move through the liquid,
nothing like a fish--not at all like that,
but still under the water.
Eyes shut, tight and thus blind.
The water here around my skin warms
slightly in the moment I pause before pulling
with arms and pushing legs
forward to the next space
which is cold at first but then warmed
in its turn.
How long can I stay down here?
Air doesn't feel like a problem at the moment.
I'm used to holding my breath.
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