POEM 153: DROWNING

He could feel air rushing
past his face.
He could also feel water in his lungs.
He's falling like he's floating,
may crash when he drowns.

He's dancing back and forth
like a leaf in the wind.
Yet floating like a rock
dropped into a stream;
may crash when he drowns.

He's niether here no there
he's a mandate stolen
and replaced with glistering nothing.
He crashed, aye! he drowned.


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