Plummet

Plummet
down through the icy water
to the bottom of Things.
To the hard, cold floor.

Your grasping mind
hits reality,
plants its feet,
shoots back up to the surface.

Your lungs can finally be at rest with Things;
take every Thing in fully,
and let it out fully.

Your gasping mind can finally breathe.

ocean floor

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