I fell into the ocean,

gasping for air

until my lungs filled with water

and I breathed

deeper than ever before

I breathed

pulling it into me

like a clear plastic packet

filled with cool waters

Lung shaped holes

something that was not me.

I breathed

Something slyly working within,

an impossibility

as my arteries pulled in the cordoned waters

so cold, so numb.

Eyes open

blinking

How am I not dead?

Another gasp

the water rushes into my heart

So cold, so numb,

and warm it

to a low Celsius.

I'm drifting

between two grey chasms.

Not certain where I belong

nor whether there is any difference

between the two.