Monday, June 4, 2012


I cast out demons with each freestyle stroke through opaque layers of ocean. It's good to keep going, eyes clenched against benthic distractions. No strategy works long against such unreliable currentsone must continually find new muscles and movements, and I do. 

  Pulling torso forward stroke by stroke,  I trust my blood to navigate toward solid ground. 

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