Cetacean (Hour Thirteen)

Surfacing briefly like a cetacean,

I breathe and go back under.

Sometimes I would breach for fun,

But not now.

No.

There are things in the deep dark

That I must find.

Things needed, for nourishment.

 

Half the brain sleeps,

And then the other half.

And always, stay swimming.

When we are fully awake,

Another time,

We will burst up joyfully,

Slap down with heavy grace.

But now, the deep is calling.

The deep, where sunlight fails to reach.

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