The grime covers him
not unlike a new skin.
Wet, slithering around him
as snakes of mud leave their trials
like tasteless tattoos
smearing over each other, all design
lost.
He dives into a pool,
drips new dew
beneath the empty water
captured by weeds, freed and
baptised into unsung silence. A waiting swimmer,
bursting for breath
he dives unmarred back into the air.
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