underwater

seasoned by grief and confusion anger and whim
my body drifts into a morbid state

my mind two steps behind
i recall that there never was an ascending past
there is now only what we created through blind patience
and this baby is born of lies
the silver blue sky strokes

the pine trees tips
the orange bulbs cast a yellow shadow
and the only sound louder then the oceans crease is the sound of a deep breath
so now as i race downward
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