today in a sub | marine space
fish, airless | compositions | ancient scene
not drugged, but | dragged into wake
full | Ness, believed and sought
by divers | weights, sub | merging murky water, land
locked myth, today | i am at sea.
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This can be called sickness, because it is.
When I begin with air again, writing will be less bogged.
I am not drugged, continuing with regular managements, proper doses.
What I am experiencing is the imbalance of having grown a psyche too
connected to shore, to surety, rarely risking joy over daylight, rushing toward dawn as clocks, united, spin expectant nonsense.