How is it? I dunno. Ok I guess
A bit bleached,
bleak, beached and hugely-heaving
lungs, suffocating under
one's own weight and waiting
for some crowd of bystanders to come
with cameras and cries for first-responders
from the stranding center to show up
and do something, except
- with the certain knowledge that there are no stranding centers
staffed with committed and altruistic experts
versed in the rescue and re-immersion of humans,
stranded up metaphorical beaches,
pretending
to have washed upon them
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