you float
as if a flower,
detached,
below,
conscious
of the absence
of air. away
from sunlight,
away from me,
but there is
nothing
you can do
to change that.
you are beneath
the surface. you
are awake, you
are asleep.
you are at
the beginning
of your life,
you are at the
end.
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