Under the Water
Sinking slowly under, reality distorting
To form a fish bowl lens of rounded trees
That breaks asunder by a shaft of light importing-
To my chamber, a glimpse of the free.
How did I get here, my pale hair floating like seaweed?
Only hours ago I stared entranced
At my shadow sinking into murky depths,
And I reached out to meet my hindrance
Who pulled me under to drift in my regrets.
Then my mind severs from my lover
As I sink, unable to recover.
"My love, my love," he cries as the silence stretches;
Despairing ever more, he turns to action
To find me and from the darkness fetch-
My soul dwelling in a dark abstraction.
Finally finding me in those waters
He jumps in to save me, dragging me up
Out of my indifference, into what matters;
Now willing to drink all poured into my cup.
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