Nuclear Sub
three AM here we go again
sleep walking across the ocean floor
gills for cheeks
& breathing quite naturally
gravity simply a concept
from twelve thousand feet below
once back in the racks
REM sleep returns to sender
a sailor & his sweetheart
the latter whispering
we’ve just begun
please make it last all night
ninety days fast approaching
the awakening is near
lights flashing & sirens sounding
the crew in position
the captain commanding
prepare to launch ASAP
march two thousand twenty-two
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