Dust Mote in My Eye

all I know is that

when I was frail and frowning drowned

in foamy waters

dog paddling spirals of regret

while sharks and barracuda circled round

grinding me down with dank disdain

all I know is that you

and me together swam an odyssey

abreast and stroking

and all my lovely crustaceans

blushed with motes

shaded by willows

swayed and flashed their wispy breaths

like fins

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