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Drowning
Heavy
Dragging me
Away from the light.
Spinning
My head around in circles.
Losing bubbles
Sinking oxygen pockets
and slicing through my O2
The wash cycle was cut short
Due to leakage
In the rustic pipes
Dilated pupils can't
Seem to focus on
what's IN f o c u s
The lens is cracked
All but one second to spare
The last cough of the lung
Filtered water is less natural
Boiling water bursts over the pot
then salt mixes
the whole floats
away with the current
Grainy bottom with slippery kelp
Await at the end of this endeavor
But until that end the
Subconscious stream will go
Alongside a noisy cold stream
Maybe intertwining every so often
Finding a natural peace
Frantic turns to tranquil
In near minutes
Then a white noise
Flatline
