the  echoes rose up
from mouth to top
the ringing that reached
through a viscous darkness

the underwater dusk
wet and open
seeking to rest
or be banished

curious but
somehow busy
always fading
from light

i
am
going
to

it's hard
to know
who what
when where

why is never
close why is
the elusive it
that sweats through

i no longer write
for anyone but the
person that started writing
then slowly disappeared as

my fingers kept
tapping and i
lost sight of
the why that

i could
never have