You wrote:
i'm beginning to think
(just inchoate strands of thoughts)
that there must be songs waiting to be graphed--in the deep infinity around us:
if we can only keep from drowning.
And I thought:
there was a time i was drowning
in thoughts like foaming waves
and I, the novice swimmer- gasping for what must have been you:
half a minute of your hands on the small of my back,
is all it took to heal
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