The Water Becomes Me

Anchovy eyes for alveoli,
Pupils rolling in circles
Breathing in to focus
The water becomes me.
Temperate, tepid, thermal abrasions
Still sting though the culprit has
Dissipated.
The water engulfs me.
Veins give sigh, forsaken
To remain while plasma dances
To and fro again.
This is the coffin in me.
Ramparts encircle with little
Reason to leave a beaten
Path familiar.
This water becomes me.

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