The sludge
of mud
       that creeps up
to my eyes
squelches me
down like quicksand
***** a large
breathing object
                         into
its grainy film
an antithesis
       of sea
lungs sputtering
out brain reeling
in remnants of
clusterfucked,
panic –driven
welting
and I am ready to
burst out
legs trapped
yet voice high
heart squealing
in the fire
bring me to
somewhere
it’s a situation
                    dire
this madness
cupping me through
time-realms
and I must find it
that liquid that
wet flow of writhing
struggling
breaking
            free
of those heavy bands
of slimy kelp
holding me
squirm me out
I don’t care
if I get the
muck of centuries
in my hair
for in my veins
my blood does see
I crave the sunlight's
strokes
and
        I
            must
breathe

I never thought that the lips
          I love to kiss
Would be the same lips to lie
          And say the word goodbye

I
Am
Passionate
About Life,
The
BREATH
Of
LIFE
The
Way
Children, connect,
Value
Me!
Which
Is
The
Greatest Accolade.

I,
Do not want your
Diploma's
Certificates
Scholarships
Academic
Crap!

Just
Let me inhale
Fresh air.