"
…That lake is all lakes forever,
though others have been colder, deeper.
Since then I have plunged over my head,
to cellars of weed, touched by windless rot,
grazed fish larger than my grown body,
felt the draft of their slamming gills,
and surfaced breathless, wearing the water’s look
in my eyes. "
though others have been colder, deeper.
Since then I have plunged over my head,
to cellars of weed, touched by windless rot,
grazed fish larger than my grown body,
felt the draft of their slamming gills,
and surfaced breathless, wearing the water’s look
in my eyes. "
by Snapshot by Adrien Stoutenburg (via mulledandcozy)
