Perhaps It is like walking straight upwards From a clear shore Until the wren's singing 5 Is only water. And we float about freely, Completely under. Or, perhaps, Flying and stinging like wasps, We leave half of ourselves dragged out behind us, 10 Beating and hurting.
From the collection "Youth Youth Youth"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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