Sometimes even treading water
is motion of sorts
it keeps you from drowning
When the eye of the storm is near
and you are tossed hither and thither
torrents clutching at you like cold hands
tugging you down
salt tendrils invading your tender nostrils
Sometimes treading water
is motion even
with your head way above
the clear, warm, tropical calm
deep ocean
It keeps you from drowning
is motion of sorts
it keeps you from drowning
When the eye of the storm is near
and you are tossed hither and thither
torrents clutching at you like cold hands
tugging you down
salt tendrils invading your tender nostrils
Sometimes treading water
is motion even
with your head way above
the clear, warm, tropical calm
deep ocean
It keeps you from drowning
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