you see the sun through a mist
atop a narrowing tunnel of hope
you writhe against the primordial urge
to grasp at that last breath and hold,
hold it in your lungs
till they stretch and fill
and burst
and the world turns red
then black
you sink
with one hand reaching toward the light
and around you green murk
disturbed specks of white
swallowing you.
you are lost for those few minutes
lost to time,space,sense,life
you have fallen off this dear warm earth
into the green maw of the sea.
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