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Submerged

I have known only my own shallows -
Safe, plumbed places,
Where I was wont to preen myself.
 
But for the abyss
I wanted a plank beneath
And horizons…
 
I was afraid of the silence
And the slipping toe-hold…
 
Oh, could I now dive
Into the unexplored deeps of me -
Delve and bring up and give
All that is submerged, encased, unfolded,
That is yet the best.
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