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More Tomorrow 336/365
APHOTIC
sinking in the terror
through a wrong-turn error
into the underside
of a surface tension mirror
dropping cold and alone
through a twilit zone
to reach depths aphotic
abysmal and hypnotic—
deprived of sight
we must make our own light
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Not long now. It's been a nice streak, through so much of 2025, and I've learned a lot of new vocabulary as well as poetic skills. I definitely could not have written this poem back in January!
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