There was a time when our trysts were for fun loving frolics
And our shared jubilee was quite clamorous
There was a time when our vim was fun danger and blunder
And our shared birr drenching and amorous
There was a time when the clash of this curious amalgam
Was pure deviance of dark, light and wondrous
There was a time when the sound of our paradox reverse
A symphony, flux flesh, bone and that of us.

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Propelling, through the pummeling, sluicing, deluge, inversely as water is forced out anteriorly through the hyponome

Oxygenated rainfall is folded into the mantle cavity, to the gills, and through muscular contraction of this sodden cavity

This ritual of morning swimmende lowers blood carbon dioxide resulting in suppression of the urge to breathe and mellifluous loss of consciousness

A most perfect condition to finding oneself neutrally buoyant in the workplace, fluvial polyp unanchored for the duration of day, adrift since the Paleozoic