Eight Feet and Waiting
warm bubbles rise
dissolve at reach of sky
carrying my voice
lifting my cry
wetness within
bating my breath
sinking in fathoms
gasping in death
cold creeping slowly
chest aching heavy
arms and fingers numbing
in the deepening levy
waiting for the silty bottom
to reach my naked toes
ready for the mossy dark
that lurks beneath the flows
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