A Swim.

Hold it in, hold your breath, hunch and walk,
but thoughts press on the forehead strong,
Long u walk, sleep seconds off on your arm,
scrape dreams from your eyes, rip drums in your heart.

what to lose, what to name? u can forget-
they are not even dressed as a name in your mind-
they whom you ignore, the colleagues you ignore,
the books that you throw aside, they the name of-
your fluttering nerves, your stuttering voice,
your flickering vision, your weakening poise,

give in to it, yield, sorrowing of aspect, joyful in repose!
stride in this shameless, fearless nudity,
for downcast dolour is a faceless nudity,
a soul baring forth a primal fear-
alchemised to poetry.