Step alone, in some cast breath,
The soak about your bare feet,
And when it swells up, don't move
Wait for the rise,
Duck your head beneath,
Embrace the icy sting
The pull shall drag you deep,
It's gained your ankle
And you forgot your last breath,
But it has you, and you wouldn't have it any other way,
Not when it pulls you under in such a manner,
Not when it has your calf, your thigh
And your light dress is ridden up about you.
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