There is never a surface reached

while in constant ascent from below.

Bubbles pop from lungs

and ribs expand

My veins coil and uncoil with

hot vapors and blood

Clearer is the deep above

Rising alone on a solid water plane.

Speed compounds and the

Black Below is obscured by memory.

Only the push, the rise, is known.

I dare to open my eyes without

fear of them being crushed by the brine.



Ft. Knox