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No Sea Change
I plummet downward in your gaze
Of viscid blue—
A blue muted in the sea of malaise.
Deeper now, light withdrew
In the darkness.
To you, I've become a drowned man,
And my eyes fix
As unflinchingly steady as they can
When salt and vision mix.
What do I see?
Only a crusted reflection
Somewhere below
In the black pools of broad disaffection!
As whirling rage does show,
I watch myself.
I watch as the prolixity
Of my breathing
Fades into the trenches of obscurity
And of cryptic seething.
I watch air slow.
I notice how my lungs deflate
Like they're punctured
Balloons popping against silence's weight
And tension's sharp juncture.
You are quiet.
You stare through me. Further, I drift
Into nothing
When I wanted to dive into the rift
To find something soothing
As I find you.
poem
by
Tim Stensloff
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