In the froth of bubbles on the surface of your bath, I put to seaa starfish-shaped cup.In the cup was a figurine,its species unclear—it looked like a pig monkeyfloating in the shell of the boat, amid the bubbles.Float, I said.Float, you said.You took the boat and pulled it under the bubbles toward yourself.You tried then to float it again, filled with water.But its inside and outside had become similar.It no longer existed as boat.It was in a state of fullness.I took the animal and the boatand floated them together.No, you said.You pulled the boat and animal back underand looked at me.Swim, you said.
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