Poetic texts from Difficult Joys

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Under here, there is yelloworange glasslight.

Suddenly quiet, and lightful. I swim like a

trooper a foot from the bottom, gathering

eyefuls of browngreen shafts of light. Day

falls in and tries to get me. I gasp with

pleasure and plunge again. Swimming

upstream I watch the the depth go greenerdeep.

It is like the only aloneness I desire.

Something in my bellypit turns faster than

I can arch in the water. Down

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