Thrown from the comfort of acceptance
Salt mimics the air, courting alveoli
The distinct taste of brine and sulphur
Replaces death’s scent with
Burning hypertonic tension
Light is bendt, boards fading into blue
Sanguine mist surrounds
Escaping from old wounds
Exquisite pain and pressure provide
The vital requisite:
A sepulchre unrealized
Eyes awake
False fugue state
Buoyancy taunts complacency:
The raven still flies
Its sage silhouette rippling through meniscus
A sardonic genuflection
The black blood vapor sets
Forming viscous, lithe tendrils
Attempting to adhere to the lakebed
Failing to grasp as they dissipate rapidly
To their source now uninhibited
Tasked to ascend
Panic sets in
Grasping the gravity of the situation
I frantically flail my arms
In an attempt to send the water aside
Sight quickly obfuscated, brine churns in hysteria
Equilibrium beginning to falter
Guided by the glints of light
From the crepuscular sketch above
I continue the ascent, slowing
Lungs waterlogged in suspension
Numb to the plight
Body light
There is no pain
There is but night
Serotonin seeding temptation
A growing impulse to yield
Faltering will power escaping
Mind contained inside a flesh coffin: sealed
Why am I bound to this cycle?
The gravity of my intentions to restabilize ridiculed
Counter cognition cycles spin on
Invariant under undying experience and effort
Fear of failure anthropomorphized
In the form of a drowning god
Allowing false prophets to
Succumb to the tide
Let there be no barrier between
The self below and self above
Turn your head to the surface and
Rise, rise
Rise, rise
Your immortal
Quondam mind:
Time and thoughts as one
Gazing through the tide
Your immortal
Quondam mind:
Now cognizant
Divine
You’re immortal
You’re immortal
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