swim club

 

inside myself i’m not my own,
i wave and look. you’re more of me
then even i,
and, you will live
and i must die.

i’ve never lived,
i’ve never died.

the turk blue underwave,
the soft exterior, of,
let me tell,
the white froth foam of
manifold, the living ocean. i swim to
see, i drown in hope;
i swim my fate,
my empty sea.