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It was peaceful down there
Sitting on the bottom, 
Water muffling what I hear. 
A lovely day in autumn 
To explore some water, 
the task at hand. 
To escape temps getting hotter 
By treading lake instead of land. 

It was peaceful down there
Looking up, seeing the shimmering 
Of what is usually blinding surface glare
Instead be gorgeous graceful glimmering. 

Floating just barely, a little free 
Moment seen rarely, for young me 
But, to speak fairly, what else could be. 

It was peaceful, then it was dire
See the distance to the surface 
When my lungs turned to metal on fire. 
Full panic, not anxious nor nervous 
Only desperate to get to my air
Desperate to be off the floor 
Desperate to be pulled from despair 
Desperate to live, welled up from my core. 

It was peaceful, then it was dire 
When I couldn’t  kick or stroke legs or arms 
Fast enough before the time did expire 
For me to surface, despite my head’s alarms. 

I remember next only the shore
Dizzily aware that I wasn’t where I was before. 
An attempt to vomit, with a much different feeling, 
Like being squeezed in the lungs, and it sent me reeling 

Back to whatever is called floating in blackness, begging to come back 
When you can feel in the tether the slackness, but you’re still trying to track. 
When you’re keenly aware that you’re in danger and something is very wrong. 
And all you can do is hope to whatever gods that they made your body strong.

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