they came rolling in like waves.
An ocean pool of water caused by
the pacifying disturbance of life
contained within the human body,
WHICH is the gateway.
Pounding against the floor I stream
fluid motion into memory. There is
nothing more I can do than pound
STANDING up I
was boxed in. A corpse, a living
cadaver not yet dead.
My eyes from behind, and let
me see the
not yet drowning, but floating
in an ocean for so long
gives the idea of submersion
& leads to drowning.