our village (25)

Swim, sister,
in a fantasy fish bowl
where the only one
watching you
swim in circles
is you.
Swim for the
swim of it, princess,
past patterns in the pines,
skeletons in the castle,
through the lake of your dreams.
Swim to be swimming
because there is plenty of time
to drown
later.

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