You think about the ocean
For then it swallows you up
Your lips have felt the potion
The pleasure is in the cup.
No hand you cannot raise it.
No will you must embrace it.
To feel nothing you lay afloat
Closed, red eyes you see your bliss
To be still in time, your throat
Its last breathe you made it kiss.
Dark to light to deaf to frozen
You never imagined it to be like this
You dipped your toes and now your nose in
Nature has no compassion.
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