no punch line

It's slippery down there
at the bottom
wet with grief
liquified walls
dripping with fright

looped echoes of times gone by
permeate through my mind
and go
coiling around the roots of thoughts

corrugated images
dissolve what's left from the self

it's slippery
feet wander around
the bottom gives in

it's too quiet

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If I jumped
the waters would close over my head
indifferent

the cold belly of the river would rumble
tossing my body lazily
yet another pebble
only sadder

in the bowels of the river
I would levitate
nestled by the belly dance of the weeds

the level of all the seas would rise

by a nanometer