Only an anchor knows

dying at sea, what an anchor must feel like

Plop~

Sink into the depth

Time moves slower

You no longer feel your weight

Succumb

to the mind numbing darkness

Fractals of light

Reflect slowly away

Thrashed~ 

Tumbles of movement 

Back and forth 

Rumbling through your core

Dryness and wetness exchanged

Blood chilled 

Hairs reach toward the sun

Where the mind races 

In every possible direction

Gasping~

Exploding itself 

Among all matter

Until it focuses inward 

Compounding Indefinitely...

Thud~

Something solid

Awakens you 

From deep slumber

Scraping against you 

At a constant speed

Suddenly you stop

Back pops 

Stretched out and pulled tight

For a second 

Belief of being ripped apart

Hung~

By the peace that comes

From finding your place 

At the bottom

Still fastened to

All that matters