I imagine myself submerged in water, deep beneath. I’m familiar with this weightlessness, this disassociation with real form. There’s factors keeping me apart, and I’m pressed in myself by this water, between these tightly packed molecules. But these fingers tap at me, and I feel their presence like morse code. Alarms {to wake me}. My world is rippled, and I can see the movement at the surface as I am pulled towards it. Severed light dapples my skin.
{Is this surfacing, I’m facing?}
I feel new born, yet I don’t have air to cry. My breath is still caught in my chest, and I feel torn from a deep dream. They’ve found my pirate transmission; {my place to go, when I can’t be here}.
I would submerge
{When I sink, I leave a stain}
If I sink;
I'll leave a name.
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