Humid fuming summer Monday
6:06 am
Peel myself from my bed
Swim through a vessel which takes me to the heart
Retrieve my slice of oxygen
All that I have, and the incidental parts of who I am
Will eventually be swallowed by time
But we as a being among ourselves
Will still be here
Swimming
And the Earth which we grow upon
Even as we ignore her
Still loves us
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