I dream.
Kelp brushes against my skin.
Diving deep, deep
away from light
down, down, into
a darkness
shot with iridescence.
Gleaming creatures
flow and dance,
moved by the whim
of a twirling earth.
They feed me—satisfy me.
Diving high, high
towards the light
up, up, into
a brightness
shot with iridescence.
Gleaming waters
heaving and restless
splashing over
and around me.
They feed me—bring me joy.
Kelp brushes against my skin.
I dream.
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