There are so many lives I float in and out of. Jellyfish wobble, stings a little.
I really don’t mean it, but any little eddy carries me, and then it’s only an aftermath of some chemical catalyst. My transparency refreshes and exhausts, swings you from despair to joy. Cold waves on a hot day, dig your toes in this mud at your own risk. Little pincers lurk beneath, and the undertow just might be stronger than your breath.
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