Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole

Churning in the pit of my ocean
rolling up, hitting t h r o a t
Holding…
Out of water, fish
eyes bulging
Gummy mouth flapping
Desperate
For air,
forming the words
Only to be lost again
In meaning
The sun as a steady guide
Gently coaxing a small fawn out
Into the C l e a r i n g
Where blue sky brings hope
once again
A heady buzz now present,
tilting the world into a glittery haze
Bewitched
Déjà vu - the distance far and too close

I need space
Please -

The stag remains, immovable
Breath becoming tendrils of mist
h o v e r i n g
Smoky deceit surrounding me
Choking, I allow the promise to latch onto unsteady knees
Taking me where I've always gone
Where words become the ground I buckle into
The seams like dirt loosely packed
solid only to rose colored eyes
So tired
The earth will fall apart
Collapsing
into itself
In a few days
Time
The cost of time
As I fold smaller and smaller still...
Disappearing
Into deep folds of sweaty
Fleshy
skin
Expanding and shrinking
Wobbling
like shaken vomit
To
Ask
Dante, what level of hell is this?