There wasn’t a shark in the water
But there was a shark in my mind.
With that moment collected in buckets
My thought were broader than the sea and deeper
Than memory, the water lapping neatly at my
Chin and elbows, the shadow of a cloud thundering
Above the eiry white beneath the surface
A waving paleness reflecting what light the liquid disperses.
With a moment less that cognition requires, I turned and met
Head on the beast of mere murky reflections and kicked so
Desperately I lost my contacts in the fight. Alas, there was no
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