Liberation:
Breaking through that silky surface
Sun and sound, disarmed.
Sweeps of glistening scales
In a metallic curtain.
Escapism:
Washing free
The grit and baggage
Of a wretched world.
Weightless, and righteous
And right.
Baptised:
With grace we move.
With grace I pull myself from the gloss and flow
Of that shimmering dress.
And with grace I re enter the world.
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