Pagan me, wild water’s lover-worshipper,
Taking the cold deep inside me
To feel like an animal-god.
Celebrate in the shivering skin,
Plunging into another nervous dimension,
Where you scoop out revelations
With hands turning into flippers.
There is always this moment’s dithering
On the edge,goosebumped flesh
And brain,asking “Am I crazy?”-then the rush,
The fall, the surrender-a memory of birth.
Life stares through me,dark as a seal’s eye.
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