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Not masks or suits
fins or nets
Go naked, with your bare hands.
Dive
again
for words
just out of reach
who bury themselves
in sharp blooms of cutting coral
or hide in deep caves, silent
subterranean mansions
or those words over there,
Taunt and Tantalize
Worry and Wonder
See how they flit
between shadow and seaweed
Patterned, their very skin
a disguise
Iridescent scent
Elusive shine

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