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In water on my back

In water on my back
weightless already.
Sight explores a medium
body immersed in another

I know I will stand up,
shedding be a
sensation.

Neither did the water bind
nor will air be a stickler.

It's me in swirls
stepping in and
stepping out.

Vertical,
horizontal and
all the skeletal contortions
in between.