Living Deep

The inflation of our lungs, the intake of her air, the pressures high strung and oppressed by a blare.

The passive thrill in obtaining a gill drives our imaginations to a realm of aquatic sensations.

 To move humanity to oceanic vanities, many might question my mere sanity.

But the thirst for a domain nursed by the salt of a sea is all one might need.

To change a life on land so mundane, we must migrate to a habitat branded insane.

And with an existence more marine, we might be able to attain life coated in sheen. 

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