Gasp

[where time           slow scalds           ] [nothing is so chill            as depth]

[prickling  at the seamed lids] [hair quite weightless  interference singing]

[where all is touch         its wrecks] [my tongue sinks        enamelled edge]

[how time          gripes the lung] [this makeshift light          shadowless    ]

[how long listening        clamours sense] [you guess my mantra    its thrill]

[for breath             unmet          ] [agitation of waters           to fail is sweet]

[muzzle the surface         rising] [        toward you                desperate bells]