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It Glimmers


It glimmers

Like moon through a broken glass.

It glimmers

Like the sun through a water bottle.

 

I can see,

Animals fly past,

The earth under my feet,

A rock just a few feet away.

 

Dark shadows pass over the light,

Effectively, immediately,

Blocking it off

Until they move away.

 

I can feel,

The cold surroundings,

The small animal nibbling

At my fingertips.

 

I can't hear.

I'm deaf.

It's quiet.

All I hear is the blood in my ears.

 

I realize

I'm underwater

I realize

I'm subsurface.

 

The animals flying,

Fish swimming.

The fractured light,

The top of the epipelagic zone.

 

At my fingers,

A small fish nibbles,

And I'm wet

And I'm cold.

 

I don't know

How I got down here.

But it's cold.

I'm cold.

 

I forget

How to swim

I forget

How to breathe

 

But I remember

That in quiet

There is bliss

And so I must be in bliss.

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