you come up for air
in the black pool of night.
having swum through a myriad
of dreams.
you are wet with fever, with
imagination,
with truth, with lies
barbed
against your skin.
your arms are weary.
legs heavy with fatigue.
your lips are covered in
the brine of salt. your eyes
blurred and red
from the sea.
you have traveled far
and yet have gotten no where
once again.
the light of day and work
will fade what you
went through, and when night
arrives once more,
you'll dive back in,
hoping to find an answer.
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