far from the familiar, from you; my little light. I’ll find you at the surface.

Where I lost my reflection below it grows gloomy, the pressure in my bones.

And I look up to see your light diluted in salt water. Faint like an old photograph, perhaps just an old memory 

                                                               dissolving 

                                                       the 

                                                                                                                deeper 

                                                                                    I

                                                                          go.

Weakening strokes, tired speechlessness.

In my lungs desperate to become bubbles and rise into a clearer blue. 

I will rise empty after you.

I will float with newly found strength or fear of getting to the ground 

and finding

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nothing but a bleaching carapace. And still, I yearn for the faint blue above, for where the depth and I, we simply are. Equally sheltered from excessive light.