Not everything is about you. Sharing something vulnerable for @whataboutthebard. There should be an "s" on the end of that, I believe.
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Seafoam gathers in clouds upon the shore, A burgeoning storm.
The water surges and icy fingers grip my ankles, pulling me under.
Salt sea-grass floats in formation as if waving to an old friend or dancing to a melody I cannot hear.
I reach out, but I cannot touch.
Deeper still I sink past drowned temples of marble; old gods and the young men who worshipped them.
Grinning catfish glide beneath me, mute in their mirth. They cannot laugh this deep.
And then through the darkness I see sunshine a lick of yellow a single star that flickers blue
and her: diving for pearls.












