BATTERY PARK CITYA Poem by Mockingbirdwith nervous remove i watch and wonder how i got here. i think i hear murmurs of reassurance. i can hear my silence and disembodied compliance. the ceiling swims with waves of noirish light and shadows undulating and lulling me. i'm trying to remember... the view of Battery Park City i should see... the water is reflecting through glass onto the ceiling above me. i am not in the water. it's cool and smooth like leather surrounding me. the current is getting rough and I can't fight it. i can barely breathe. i can't call out for help. i'm afraid i'll drown if i open my mouth. but the waves are crashing down on me now rocking me back and forth violently beneath this torrent. i close my eyes to wait it out. it seems like an eternity. then it all stops. i open my eyes. i see where i am. i know how i got here. i know what happened. © 2013 MockingbirdReviews
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