Poem © 2013 by Joyce
Mason
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So quiet
on the Western front
I hear the ear-splitting
echoes
of my own thinking
I plunge into the
stream of consciousness
thought bubbles
gurgle to the surface
word I’m alive
reminders
to stay in my depth
to leave everything
above the surface
alone
to embrace being
waterlogged
to swim in the ocean
of heightened sights
and sounds
to resurface at
another time
with tails to tell
and gills grown
for future dives
to explore hidden
treasures.
~.~.~
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