I dive in
between the flags
but with no charts
waves echo
my past days and nights
like a 3-D film
with fish words
and jellyfish ideas
the time I walked
in over my head to
wake wet on my bed
existential angst
a four-pronged
anchor
buoy bobbing
beyond reach
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