what water is

When you go splash in this ocean
deep eyes closed no this is not
the final act nor the first some

Where in the middle does the breath
go limp wishing the word to become
again in the lump of the gill of

What is now the beginning of a poem
the thirst that the lungs will have
to forget to remember what water is

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