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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