Zywa The sky a star

The closing of the sky is the last
I see, only my air bubbles
can escape, I myself am floating

down weightlessly
not sinking, not drowning
fading slowly

feeling nothing when I land
on the deep bottom of the sea
which reflects in the water

as a dark well shaft
the circle of light just a point
a star in my eternal night

Poem 1118
Amsterdam, 2017-03-04

Snell's window
Collection: WoofWoof 
Keyword: Death:  
Tribute to: Snel, Willebrord 
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