I Swam Across The Rocks And Compared

I Swam Across The Rocks And Compared Myself Favorably With The Sars. To Swim Fishlike, Horizontally, Was The Logical Method In A Medium Eight Hundred Times Denser Than Air. To Halt And Hang Attached To Nothing, No Lines Or Air Pipe To The Surface, Was A Dream. At Night I Had Often Had Visions Of Flying By Extending My Arms As Wings. Now I Flew Without Wings. (since That First Aqualung Flight, I Have Never Had A Dream Of Flying.)