A bottomless, dark pool;
Whose depth was not taken.
As we sank in the blackness,
No ripples marked the passage.
Taken was our very breath,
Ripped from us by the silence.
How the light weighed upon
Our very souls, pressing for release.
Water absorbs all we give, yet
Gives more in return.
Must we return?
Or can we dive until we drown.
Would we leave no trace of going
As others looked on, Unknowing
Of the dark distance we had
Travelled, alone in our secret Passion.
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