eighteen fathoms deep
longest plunge
turbulent lunge
pounding chest
breathless lungs
resting below
roiling undertow
senseless slow
and infinitesimal
eighteen fathoms
winter's weight
pressing down
fear's sluice gate
numb gelid blue
being coagulates
thoughts cease
mind empty waits
lifetimes scroll
in deathly peace
suspended soul
motions release
cold door opens
dark current pulls
towing down to
deepest shoals
water's embrace
prevails over will
drop off steep
perfect and still
YOU ARE READING
Express, baggage and all...
PoetryObjects in the mirror are closer than they appear... Just when you think you've put something behind you for good, you look back and find it trails you like your very own comet's tail, lighting a path through the dark. Reading through these pages...
