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April 19, 2012

I am darkness flowing into darkness,

angling deeper into the deep water

The pressure popping my ears

streaming the new world behind

with each exhalation

in growing racing quivering pockets of air.

Each one has a sound, a picture.

Sighing like the cars on the road,

tires beading on asphalt,

they run, grow, and glow,

the slope of the dive shop roof,

and the trees scraping its shingles.

Stars rising like carp

spawning in the shallows:

the new night now exhaled in loony bubbles

tumbling like moon puppies to the surface.

And the deeper I go, the farther I see.