“SONGS FROM A DROWNING MAN”

soft drowning under the sea
panic and pray for hope
I feel God touching me.
calling me.
leads me there for dead.
A voice calls me
across the river
A hand reaches under
Effortlessly pulls me free
into the gasping air
the figurehead smiles
and then she kisses me.

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