Stale,

Mild,

Foul maybe,

Or sweet to be,

But I’d for sure agree

I’m for sure smelling

Ammonia-

At least surely from up high.

Inhaling

Makes me nauseous

And suffocate.

Cant distinguish between left or right

When I drink.

But when I eat,

It’s all the same

When I get sick

It defy’s away

And when I listen-

It’s all so fuzzy,

But when I hear-

It’s all so inaudible,

And I guess

So-

I guess

I can’t really hear anything.

Nothing but infrequent-

Groans and growls,

Or low swooshing

Nothing much to make out,

If I could open my eyes

I’d see things die

And when I do-

You’d think it’d be blue

But down here

There’s nothing

To see.

But maybe a flashlight

Maybe a light

That you’d have to leave from,

Discard

In a fright.

And so how I feel-

What I feel,

Well I feel this

And I feel that

And I feel those

And wow to a great extent,

But the deeper I go

The lower you flow

The further you float-

I can’t feel anything.

In fact it’s quite cold,

I’d even say glacial,

But there’s no Jack Frost nipping at your nose,

There’s no snow.

Things move but not down with me,

Things zoom and travel right past me-

And so far,

Nothing’s come from up or down,

And it’s too cold to frown.

I can’t cry or feel-

My-

Self sigh.

When I sigh it’s a low gurgle.

When I cry- well,

I can’t.

And with my eye,

There are no stars

When I look up-

I can’t see mars

When I look down-

I can’t see a town,

Or a cloud,

Or anybody out,

Because I’m not in the sky.

And so

And so

And sink

I sink

I fall-

And float-

But never up.

I fall slow

I don’t glide,

And there will never be-

Any place to hide,

Nobody to confide-

In,

Unless they’ve died.