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The moon shone as I slipped from the surface,

Far from where a head should be.

A bubble rose as the bobbing of chatter ceased.

I lay down in the dark, crushed under the weight of the prison I

so gently carved for myself.

It cradled me to death.

It will do the same to you.

But if we could succumb to the sinking, dig into the sludge,

Squeeze it though our fingers until the truth oozes out,

Maybe we would have a chance at this whole stupid thing.

Rather, we climb and climb until the sun blinds us and we blind each other.

So, I propose we all try to sink, for swimming never did us any good.

To stay still long enough for the quietness to seep in.

Each bubble will cause ruptures to begin with,

But eventually you won’t be able to tell blood from water.

And as we lie there the the delight of weightlessness and filth,

we may eventually begin to hear each other.