Nature of the Deep Diver

I must climb higher,
Exceeding in my ascent all predecessors;
I look out across the rolling, billowing roof of clouds
Bathed in bright white blinding light;
The air is cold, clean, flowing around me.


I close my eyes,
Memorizing this moment;
It'll serve me well
Through my next sojourn into the abyss.

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