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Subaqueous
To Live Surrounded By Blue
At first glance, it seems that
beneath this reflective tomb
lies shades of oppressed life –
a shy world subdued by blue
awash on a clobbered plane
One lead by rhythmic waves –
yet the eye does not see past
the shoaling cyanic fusiliers,
and though I sometimes see
the foam as my fickle friend
entreating me to cast a net,
It is I who wishes to join rank
I welcome the tall seagrass
clinging to my bone-dry limbs,
the white-plumed anemones
coveting the skin of my feet,
yellow courts of Moorish idol
assembling around the trunk
of my long and fading torso…
I would like to worry less
about where I am standing,
to breathe in my oxygen
free from the artifices of air,
to be weightless once again
And to simply drift about
in and out of consciousness.
© Giovanni Sonier 2019
