is from the inside out
to plunge my head in first
and hope I can still breathe
when I arrive
to plunge deep and frequently
to come up for air only long enough
to dive again
this desperate in and
out
and in again
a deep sea driver
searching depths of
your ocean
to find the sunken gold
I know if there is
even if you do your best
to keep it hidden
somewhere in the
deepest recesses
the oyster shells with precious pearls
I must keep diving into you to find
the only way to find
out who you really are
is to keep plunging
probing all those perilous places
drawing out of you
clues
between the moans
until at last
breathless I find it
spilling out like oil
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