I slip into the languid,
Red body-warming liquid,
Sinking so slowly...
Plummeting backwards
At slow-motion speed...
Through timeless fathoms
I enter a dream of gulls
On silver wings
Flapping overhead,
Drawing out screeches
Endless screeches, mingling
With my tumbling,
And tingling
With my mumbling.
Lying in a purple sea.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
I slip into the languid,
Red body-warming liquid,
Sinking so slowly...
Plummeting backwards
At slow-motion speed...
Through timeless fathoms
I enter a dream of gulls
On silver wings
Flapping overhead,
Drawing out screeches
Endless screeches, mingling
With my tumbling,
And tingling
With my mumbling.
Lying in a purple sea.
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