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He was just dipping a toe,

Just dropping a foot,

Wading,

In the shallow edge

Of the river’s blackened waters.

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But every time he dipped

He wanted to go a little farther -

From the sole, to the heel,

Into climbing his Achilles

Up, beyond his ankle.

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It’s hard to live on the shore,

Drink mojitos, read little books,

When you know the water’s there. 

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Amor Fati,

Sure:

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Love One’s Lot in Life.

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But he’d, then, already learned

What it meant to be submerged

And wading in the shallows,

Even for a paycheque, was a practice

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That would incessantly leave him

Both dissatisfied, and disturbed.

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            Swimming takes practice -

            Experience - and in some rare 

            Cases,

            It takes study.

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            And in truth, he was wading now

            So that later, 

            When it was asked of him to swim, 

            Then, he would be ready.

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