Visit to the Bottom

My biggest fear:

Someplace with no warm light 

A man-made lake,

Shallow, wires taped to the bottom 

A dry fountain sits in the middle 

It does not make sense

It is not natural

I live there; 

No sound, no light, no words

A void less void of silence and bubbles

I avoid myself

And speak only to the tourists 

In their scuba suits 

And rubber goggles

Life through a rubber lens 

My eyes are red, my fingertips ridges 

My arms and legs are useless,

Heavy appendages I cannot lift

My mind is numb, 

My head is down,

My mouth is empty. 

Green water covers 

Every part of the part that I am

They stick me to the bottom

Cables and cables of 

Me's and I 

sleep.

It seems better than dreaming. 

They stick me to the bottom,

And I sleep.