Dawnfall

Thrown from the comfort of acceptance.

Salt mimics the air, courting alveoli.

The distinct taste of brine and sulphur

replaces death's scent with

burning hypertonic tension.

Light is bendt, boards fading into blue.

Sanguine mist surrounds,

Escaping from old wounds.

Exquisite pain and pressure provide

the vital requisite:

a sepulchre unrealized.

               

Eyes awake

false fugue state.

Buoyancy taunts complacency:

The raven still flies,

Its sage silhouette rippling through meniscus -

a sardonic genuflection.

The black blood vapor sets

forming viscous, lithe tendrils

attempting to adhere to the lakebed.

Failing to grasp as they dissipate rapidly,

to their source now uninhibited,

tasked to ascend.

Panic sets in.

Grasping the gravity of the situation,

I frantically flail my arms

in an attempt to send the water aside.

Sight quickly obfuscated, brine churns in hysteria.

Equilibrium beginning to falter,

guided by the glints of light

From the crepuscular sketch above.

I continue the ascent, slowing,

Lungs waterlogged in suspension.

Numb to the plight,

body light

There is no pain,

there is but night.

Serotonin seeding temptation,

a growing impulse to yield.

Faltering will power escaping

mind contained inside a flesh coffin: sealed.

Why am I bound to this cycle?

The gravity of my intentions to restabilize ridiculed,

Counter cognition cycles spin on,

invariant under undying experience and effort.

Fear of failure anthropomorphized

in the form of a drowning god.

Allowing false prophets to

succumb to the tide.

Let there be no barrier between

the self below and self above

Turn your head to the surface and

Rise! Rise!

Rise! RISE!

Your immortal

quondam mind:

time and thoughts as one

gazing through the tide.

Your immortal

quondam mind:

now cognizant,

divine.

You're immortal.

You're immortal.