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.