Poezie
Submerged
And Still In Motion
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Mediu
There is no memory
of that day
down by the riverside
when I started retracing
the wet tracks of my past.
Not even a vague one.
However:
Fish floated by upstream
repeatedly touching
my feet and thighs
as I proceeded
towards the coast.
In my mind
you will detect
no knowledge
about the slow
transformation
of limbs
Yes, it\'s true
that I still
have the use
of my lungs,
though now there
is nothing to tell of
but a tail.
Once freed
from delta
and mainland
there was no option
but to go on.
Ah, these colours.
these shapes
in the reefs
of the southern seas.
And way up north;
the purity
of the glistening ice,
the starlit roof above
and the Aurora Borealis.
Hey, would you like to
jump in and join me?
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