we are sinking, endlessly sinking, feeling nothing.
we are sinking, feeling nothing, feeling everything, dissolving in peace, and the light in our eyes will break. our bones will be falling apart and, polished by sponges,will be washed onto foreign shores. we won't recognize them.
another sunlight will touch us and it will be as if a human touch reaches us with years of delay.
salt will be drawing white rims, verses no one will read.
the last minutes of drowning bring stillness, the last minutes of winter bring ice. a silence covering everything. blue rooms of silence. fishes stop so we can last within their air bubbles until the beginning of spring. hibernating in calm. and when the ice breaks and silence takes us away, then the waters will release us.
later, much later we will be alive.