here I fall, these<\/p>\n
shackles bind my wrists, my ankles and<\/p>\n
my neck too<\/p>\n
and this heavy chain to hold me\u00a0together<\/p>\n
as if my limbs\u00a0will fly apart<\/p>\n
shall I hold my breath? I’ll hold it for now<\/p>\n
watch the sun shrink to a tiny star and the rough current<\/p>\n
almost tumbles me about so I cannot see it<\/p>\n
but the weight of the chain keeps me steady<\/p>\n
so my fall is straight and true. I remember the first<\/p>\n
time I saw this ocean, and<\/p>\n
before that how I ran and hunted with my brothers and<\/p>\n
heard stories of the edge of the world<\/p>\n
How we laughed my brothers and I!<\/p>\n
To imagine a mass of water as large as<\/p>\n
the grassy savanna where we lived, what stories!<\/p>\n
My brothers will not know that I have found it and soon<\/p>\n
I will touch the bottom of this ocean<\/p>\n
as deep as the sky.<\/p>\n
Now my lungs burn and the light is gone and my body is numb.<\/p>\n
I take a deep breath of water and succumb.<\/p>\n
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