I want to go home.
My home is under water,
Was under water before
I was born, I think.
Otherwise, why is it I
Have no memories of it
Brilliant in daylight?
I only remember it
Moodily lit, dark and green,
Roofless, fuzzed with living things.
I want to swim down
And search carefully through it
For the unanswered riddle
Drowning's written into it.
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