We Are Asleep Now

Chased it all away

in the fault of my own design.

Chased away

and divided alone shifting plates.

Cracked down center,

cast into uncertain oceanography.

How deep, it does climb.

How further, it seems to go

until drowning feels like breathing.

Further down,

further still.

( ❤ Mitch)

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