I no longer wade into the depths;
extend myself to hidden places to find
what's wonderful any more than
I choose to seek out the predators.
By extension, or lack thereof, my beauty
swims at the bottom of an inkwell, free
to avoid notice; bound by complacency.
I sit in sunny paradise with an ice-cold
Yes I Can; Now Everything Is Peaceful
humming softly in my ear.
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