12.06.22 baptism

when your spirit urges
you to dive naked into
the frigid December ocean—
when you can’t unknow what you want—
even the most stubborn ego
will relent;
if you’re lucky.

…even if it emerges gasping, grasping
heaving for breath
and looking as glorious
as a repeatedly drowned rat.

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