Every other time
I drowned
I lived
to tell
the tale.
This time
I leave
the telling
to you.
I consider
this
an end
in itself.
You may say
I'm
overcome
with despair
and dive
into
thin air.
You may say
I give
of myself
too freely
too nakedly.
You may say
I stripmine
my life
and let the topsoil
erode.
You may say
this slag
is all that's
left
of my heart.
You may say
I welcome
the blackness
beneath me.
You may say
this
final dive
is my
swan dive.
You may say
I enter
the water
with scarcely
a splash.
You may say
I leave
my last
act
to your
imagination.
My striptease
in darkness
is done.
Tell it
how you will.
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