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.