I dream of my death
Crisp clarity calling?
Jump care free
Plummet to cold water waiting
Legs straight, toes pointed
Deep breath, break the water’s surface
A smile breaks, the cold embraces
I go to move, to pull myself to the surface
Paralyzed, frozen, but still calm
Friends above will come
My eyes gaze up, they stand
3 pairs looking dimly back
I gasp, no air, all crisp clarity
No help, death is to come
No panic, no fear with death so near
Then I awake, the message clear.
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