Little effervescent bubbles are collecting in my lungs
Perfect minute spheres of oxygen
Like bubbles of carbon in ginger -
I greedily gulp the sea water.
There is no panic, no thrashing of limbs
There is only liquid sleep, an
Acceptance of what will be will be…
and a thousand other idioms; lull me to a welcome final slumber.
Is this exhaustion? An acceptance of what will be will be.....
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