December 29, 2010

Floundering

Floundering beneath a wave
of something I’ve yet to put a name to,
I am trapped,
caught in a dizzying dance
so hypnotic to watch;
Breaking the surface,
freedoms first gasp is
confinements last laugh
when I’m pulled back under
tied to and with
the flotsam and jetsam
lurking below.

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