Buoyant

I can feel
the water
bobbing softly
beneath my limbs

and my eyes,
waterlogged, can look up,
transcent this mercurial
element - pierce to

what's beyond

but the liquid circle
that surrounds
will not unbend, it
strings me round and round

as I flail, pant,
spit at the wind
wondering
in which direction I should swim

to reach dry land.

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