“Third time in.
I’ve been baptized by your voice that,
screams, from deep beneath the cold black water that’s,
half as high as heaven,
half as clear as reason.
cold and black like silt on the riverbed.
Just as never ending.
Current’s mouth below me;
opens up around me.
Suggests and beckons all while swallowing.
Surrounds and drowns, and wipes me away.
But I’m so comfortable… So comfortable.
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up,
you’re saturating me.
How could I let this happen?
Why don’t you kill me?
I am weak and numb and insignificant,
How could I let this bring me back to my knees?”
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