A secret swimmer,
She resurfaced the dream,
Face first, hands aflutter.
With a patient disregard,
She waited on answers
He was unable to give.
As dreams are funny things,
He hid within language,
The danger used as camouflage
To his intent. He held her
In stasis, a thought no more
Relevant than water:
The air so pure,
And so remote.
(July 27, 2017)
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