Shudder in the water-winds.
Slip, resigned,
along with the current;
Ignore your compass and
your vision.
The tide is rhythmic,
unfailing,
Omniscient.

Trust it:
Sink,
Sink down,
Sink down deeper and don't recover.
Fall three times and be damned.
Watch your air escape
Calmly
Because you know you can breathe here.
Don't panic.

Don't talk.
Down here you're a mute.
Deaf.
Deaf to the world.
Deaf to all but the terrifying roar of your lifeboat
and the rush of water in your ears, relentless
like waves spilling easily on a seashore,
and just as therapeutic.

Know your fate –
soon you will float here
not because the
tired air in your stale lungs
holds you up like a puppet,
but because like a rotting balloon,
You can't escape.

Sink.
Sink gently.
Sink gently and never recover.