Am I part of something Iam
not?
I resurface, the thought lost
I feel a shiver of unease yet
a gentle breeze
I once held such a gracious
memory

Let me decompose in the moss
Tangled in branches ,they’re swallowing my limbs
as if am
suspended
Forevermore the soil has been laid
I have lingered here for a decade

Refusing to decay I have been
displaced
Resurfacing in a lake
like a black
mirror
Suddenly the outline of the sky
appears a lot clearer

An abyss disguised as water
Ripples of ink trail from
my body as I turn smaller
and smaller
My eye must expand since
this lake tends to have no
end

No objects or internet
All I sense is my presence and
cold sweat
Am I part of something Iam not ?
Or have I recalled a lost
thought