Forget Heaven,
To be that singular and that far under.
Striding deep & slow. Would you feel the water
Enveloping, cradling your lungs, hair rising awash
Like kelp? The pressure collapsing, would you see, finally
The Squid enveloping the Whale? What kind of human
Would you be after that? Could you ever
Possibly return?
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