Under
the ice
Under the ice
he came
swimming
chose between
finding a hole
or staying put
He pushed it
ahead of him
there was
probably enough air
There was
perhaps enough air
and he would
perhaps find a new way
of relating to
it
Neither up nor
down
more a state
of being on his way
A state of
fish
of eternal
peace and unrest on the way
to the sea, or
wherever the
sea is on its
way to
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