As a blue world rolls underneath you,
Standing on a small, rocking patch of humanity
Gently unfold your lifeline,
the black vest that holds you reassuringly,
smelly with caked sunshine and dead sea,
Slip this mildewed machine of adventure over the
tank,
Cold to your careful fingers, unfeeling,
Fiercely pull the strings, tie yourself
into the salt encrusted net
as if your life depended on it.
Twist with a jerk of the hand,
Resisting your touch, the young girl where she does
not belong,
Then giving in with a whisper,
Intimate, saying trust me, trust this icy bottle
spewing life like a dispenser,
and when you rerun your warm blooded hand over each
vital instrument, recheck, rethink,
Slip the rasping rope into your mouth, hope the
sweaty palms that secured your rubbery, foreign
suit were good enough to hide your fragile body in
this heavy uniform of progress,
kick your feet and plummet
into azure depths.
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