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