It washed upon me
A giant toxic wave
Dark, churning, tempest born mass
Thick liquid, dragging me down
Deep beneath its thundering billows
–
Gears grind
Scratching screeching metal
Alive yet in a dream
Struggling to float
Struggling to think
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In movement nor rest is respite found
Only time, incessant and overbearing
Shall free the awashed from the depths
Precious seconds, then, tick forward
Dare not be abated
