how deep can I go? I ask myself, wondering if there’s a bottom to my mind.

Maybe my brain is like the ocean

and the further I dive in,

the more fascinating creatures I get to see

until I get so far down in the sea floor

death becomes palpable

I can eat it for breakfast even

like a zombie worm I feed on

the carcasses of the old versions of me

in order to stay alive

in the dark.


yes, my mind is like the deep sea-

an extreme environment

where only the strong


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