Edvard Munch, Melancholy Man and the Mermaid

hear me out or don't it matters not ~ this recall isn't due to promises made to you for in the far away mind weighted and still spaces clear light comes in not at my command but regular enough the line of sight goes elsewhere I wait to be discovered shake this burden from my shoulders open my eyes to what lays before me mortal coil versus a lungful of water or vice versa vision blurs regardless but I don't breathe out all that is beautiful is in the space between us beyond arms reach beyond hold beyond thought I sit with my head in my hands still conscious of all that is impossible could the haze breach my nothingness though you lay and wait I'm too solidly in view I need to disappear a little