the whale

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My breath hits the metal with an echoing resolve


My world is dark but I can feel the space begin to grow


With each exhale I feel the whale is pressing on and on


An alien chorus begins of voices from below


 


My armor keeps me safe until the world is far behind


And I am weightless in the depths of peace and thought and sound


The whale will fall and leave me whole to open up my mind


Until I wish to build a fish that takes me to dry ground

Created: Mar 21, 2014

Tags: poetry

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