i cannot swim
i dive
with solid black iron shackled round my wrists
and latticed into my skeleton

black on marrow-ed white

carving life into
the deepest blues as i sink and thrash

as though i could ever swim

or ever glide...

the surface, smooth perhaps is far above
and threatened, too with stormy figures
that peak like shattered glass
and thrust like rage into my watery roof

my lungs are somehow fit to hold
forever on some un-remembered gasp of air...

so i can dive and sink
on and on