they had gained the wharf
and in defeat
we fell back facing inland
pushed against the sea
until one by one
my comrades just fell
by what virtue I remained
last on a foreign shore
I don't know
my presence flouting
giving in
I conjured myself as a child
probing for a previous occurrence
of the slip
something I needed to explore
in depth
I dove
submarine shape
I'd gladly rent the vessel
if they'd let me keep the message tinned
I thought
as I set myself to fall in
the surface reflecting the fleer
all is clear in a glass abyss
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