Exploring with One-Breaths

Gravity downs me to the surface,
Of the deep blue ocean’s wildness,
Unsettling and creating tidal surges,
In my attempt to land with smoothness;
Exploring a portion of the vast oceans,
Throat locked, with gentle strokes on the fin;
Conscious and relaxed, going in slow motion,
Gets chilly, without a wetsuit, in bare skin;
Every weekend, with many one-breaths;
Head down, with least effort on the body;
In my endeavor to reach extreme depths,
Without scuba, in free diving as a hobby
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