The water deep

Beneath the gliding river, bubbling breaths

will slip in waters cool and swift and deep.

The blur before the splash and seeming death

departs this life for what? Perhaps to sleep

beneath the rippling light. What lay above

becomes forgotten past. These things before;

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the rights and wrongs and sufferings of love

are washed away beneath a muffled roar.

If only there were gills sewn in my neck;

a tail to where I feel my legs should be

And scales inlaid within my skin, oh feck!

This drowned fate escape, then out to sea!

A silvery form to which comes no despair

should guilty breath depart; comes not for air.