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  • I drown,
    I surface, I breathe.
    I drown again;
    a vexing cycle.
    Once I chose a simple stroke.
    I swam.
    I swam, not drowned, did not sink into
    weak despair.
    I fought to stay equal in measure
    to my beloved on the bank,
    who once held out his hand.
    O! How I reeled to beat back the current,
    to make my way to him until
    the insistent tide
    compelled me.
    I surrendered,
    and the curtains came down.
    Goodbye man on the banks.
    Goodbye watcher, stander still.
    Farewell drowning man,
    whose feet have never touched water.
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