Flat

Prose or poetry?

It all feels the same.

Flat.

Blue.

Nothing.

Pulled down under the green water,

I don’t even try to breathe.

You don’t hear me.

No matter,

I figured it out –

the amount.

Measured in

units

of empty.

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