Submersion

Everything is different
when I’m under;
just a dim gaze looking
up through the murk.

Stop the fade.
The clatter of
voices in my head
is waking up.

Tracing the streets
untouched by timid yellow;
wan gleam of
fallen leaves and taxi-tops.

Wilted fingers clutch
for colour,
but the slow wither
leaves me just a husk.

My brittle lining
shivers for the slash;
marbled veins will
run with red.

So far from the surface;
oh my brother,
I, am lost
underneath.

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