Set me surfing now
over the waves of your pages
skimming the surface,
bump bump bump,
of the deep ocean
of my own experience
till I can plunge
off the board
into the rich, forgotten
depths of shining fish,
the ones with the great teeth,
the mythologized creatures
as real to you or I
but as yet undiscovered
and below that somewhere,
the treasure,
the pearl
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