
Below the Surface
The giant turtle swims onto the
shore and takes me back to
the bottom of the sea.
At the bottom of the sea, my father is
there, my mother is there. They are
young and in love, somersaulting in
the waters. I join them in their play.
Our hands interlock. We form a
circle. Round and round we go,
gulping in the liquid of life.
In our newfound forms, we resolve
what we couldn't on Earth
deep into
a fathomless bottom
heaven is discovered
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