Laying motionless, entombed
The sea rocks like a foot nudging a cradle
I lay suspended, prone
Like a babe in a mothers womb
Sunlight filtering through the skin of water
I lay in an uneasy repose
Strung between tranquility and trepidation
Between the known and the unknown
And I muse, in my watery grave
How often I have been here
How dear a friend uncertainty has become
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