Maybe they only nibble a little bit till they find themselves full
Maybe I am a bottom-feeder on the outside
finding inspiration listening to guitar solos
or on a tagged tea bag.
Then I float up top
gasp for the first time
grow some feet and walk on the dry land
Walden Woods
discover my voice echoing in the timbers
Shaking legs, shaking breath. Hum. Silence. Stillness.
Yeah, maybe that is me there, reflecting in the pond.
Take a dip with me
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