i consider desperate moves

dodges, breakaways, headfirst headlong dives into air

that smells of peaches and crawling mosses

my hand disappears into rock soft as sunlight

trapped, my head bobs on the surface of deniable waves

i turn, breathe, and surrender

to the terrible wonderful finality

of drinking down the day

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