Black-blue, so murky I couldn’t even tell you
of the colours on top and within
let alone
way way
way
way
down at the bottom
I do know I can’t judge the depth
so it worries me that I’m
thinking of down down
quick splash tumble over
bubbles out
air gone
Find some stillness at the bottom
Age old sediment, dust, rubbish
that died a lifetime ago
feels like it’s been here throughout time
just waiting for little old me to find it
to bask in it
to bathe in the melancholy and pointlessness of it all
hidden away
Fathoms below, centuries below
I can’t see the surface
not even the sun-hit shard reflection like a fucked up broken mirror
I can’t hear above
vague muffle, could be industrial, a tangent, an ending
coming through the water like an arc
the boat (ship?) above me
fast faster now like the beating of my heart
like my pulse in my blood is to my heartbeat in this water
And all I can really think about is
what was the point of this all