The One

Don't want to flail in deep water
Having no daughter or son
Though I'd like one
To leave behind
Treasures they could find
A piece of my mind
Filled with peace
Can't swim like a
Seal, snail or otter
My fear to fail
Is oh so real
Cannon full of fodder
Into the crushing dark
Without light, sun or spark
To relieve my plight
In the One

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