You speak to me in soothing tones
of hospital green. Flat, calm words
to draw me away from ocean depths.
Hold me at the thin, warm layer.
Poised in thermocline, weed-drag limbs
slip saline cuffs, bloodbeat throb
echoes sandpack waves.
Senses flash on and off and on again.
The world returns – the beach,
the wind, the water, your voice:
And breathe. And breathe.
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