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I slip into
A hot release:
A tub of wet
And froth and peace.
My floating hair
Slips underneath
The line of wet;
It follows me.
Together we,
my hair and I,
Soak up the heat
And then we sigh.
This time alone,
Without a sound,
Without a clock,
My will rebounds.
After a time,
Who knows how long,
I pull myself
Into a song
of stand and stretch,
and splash and burst
my feeble legs
begin to lurch
back into life,
and into day;
from rest to run:
I live this way.