Water-line, Hard-line, Flat-line

Inside, throughout, covering flesh of floating mass
Disappear into the void of molecules that make us all

I feel it go, my life, my thoughts
Drenched in the comfort of the artificial womb

I want it to end as it began in the barrier of my mind
Trapped under a bubble of liquid force
Life and death all the same in the puddle of my mind

And so I relinquish to consumption of my life
I float, flying as one does while full, bloated by all of the happy warmth

Sigh, cry, fly, sky, die