Twenty-nine: Blind and Horizontal

Lying on my back
I can see only up,
the proverbial sun
shielding me from
the vastness of
everything that is
not mine. I can
see clearly when
clouds are in the
sky. More makes
sense. I think I’d
like to float here
forever, drifting out
into the unknown,
never to be found.

The depth beneath
me waves over me
in hypnotic pulses
but the world is
silent so I cannot
hear the fear. It
would be nice,
to float like this
forever, fearless,
blind and horizontal.


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