UNDER THE SURFACE

UNDER THE SURFACE

-

Nothing has

happened

-

And yet I feel

On the precipice

Of some

Unknown danger

-

Some subtle

Threat to life

Not quite fight

Or flight

But a threat

To something equally

Treasured

-

I feel as if

Things

May fall

apart

-

And that there could be

Risk

In the everyday

-

It is

a

Chemical sadness

-

It snags at me

The ship

As the anchor

Does

To the ocean floor

-

Who assigned

The sea saint

And can

The sea saint

Save me

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