It was another temporary dream of floating under the sea
Where the air was packed tighter than a tin of sardines.
The helplessness of my body and mind to reach a plateau —
Death was imminent a long time ago.
The dial tone of friendships fading and cascading into a heap
of smeared paint on a wall in an abandoned room,
Terrifying remnants of a past life coupled with a leap
into consciousness, as if that would prevail.