You stand beside your cooler better self
realising there is no hope for you.
Sad piano plays in all the background
all around you while you can't help but drown.
An arm reaches in the water so deep
it goes on forever into the light.
You can't help but grab onto its skyness.
Solid airness pushing the oxygen
down into where you breathe in the water.
As you reach the surface it's a mirror.
As you get closer it's your reflection.
Skys open up. Water spews out such sighs.
One can always be there for one's such self
for ones whole selfless, suchless, grand reprise.
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