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Decompression cylinders for a dive to 103 meters








The first sound I remembered

Was the slow, even breath of oblivion

I fell off the edge of the world

And dived to the depths of delirium


My hands seized to beg for a touch

My heart seized to beg for a love

I descended the ocean’s blue stairs

And the void welcomed me with a smile


What remained of my warmth I kept sealed

In the fragile membrane of my skin

But it cracked, and it broke, and I merged with the sea

And the last sound I remembered


Was my deafening cry

Of acceptance