Swimming solo into the cave without food
Or
a map, into the promise of nasturtiums
And
quiet beyond silence, into days of boredom
Dissolving
these nights of discovery where water,
Stone
and the complete absence of light
Coalesce
to scintillate a vulnerable hope
Birthed
squalling, bloodied and beautiful,
Blind
to betrayal, to nasturtiums,
To
being hurried through darkness.
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