Swim deep like the mariner, 

Until sweltering lines begin, 

To make my poor lungs so porous, 

And my brain begin to dim. 

Leaping from the boat, 

I spied a fossil of one unknown plant, 

Swung myself to vertical, 

Dove to place my hand, 

On the sponges skin so soft, 

And sleek. 

My body screaming as my blood boiled, 

At the apex of my head, 

 I faltered near the bottom for one moment, 

I saw the beginning threads of my stroll towards death.


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