Returning to the sea

At first the soft, fleshiness

of my humanity

rebelled

against the jar of foam and spray,

in the ocean’s uneven coming and going

to shore,

naked of pretensions,

skin pricked porous raw under chill,

febrile,

limbs persisted,

further in, further in,

lungs hesitated, cautious, but 

yielded to sea,

enveloped, I returned, a message in a bottle,

faded into expanse.

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