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Waking in Foreign Mountains
It is like falling and not
Being forced to break the fall (for some time hence),
So like rising,
This arousal, arising in a light
Striking through large crystal-edged squares of thinner
Glass in a strange land.
Water-thin, O salubrious air!
Or possibly it is like swimming:
I am a fish out of water who gains
Through exerting his gills
Ability to survive,
Learning to love survival as he strives.
Accustomed, I gain water to swim in
Buoying up theory, imaginary water
As the ether of Victorian physicists
Or the heavy-air ectoplasmic element