today nothing exists
on my boat in the middle of the ocean
only animals to watch me
if i am lonely if i am pensive
still i drink in the silence of the sky above me
the water below
i don't need food
i dive into
forests of seaweed
and there i swim
with my eyes open

between this life and the next
i will suffer neither fear nor displacement
maybe i will fly
the next time around
nothing i have been given 
will allow me to lose
brokenly with no chance of redirection
until death's release
this unceasing tide of breath
drawing within me
seperate waters