Tumble and roil upon the waves of my soul
Air bubbling up past me,
Gasping, struggling
Lungs thick with this stuff,
Breaths strained can I breath it?
Jerky limbs and panicked mind,
Racing animal survival to end the turmoil
Suck it in quick,
Somehow Im still pushing on.

Mind youve trapped me here beneath the glass
Gazing out at what youre working
Echoing laughter in my life fluid
Is that you and do they think youre me?
Cold glass and confined bubbles
Hands and face pressing to see, to feel, to touch
Feet stuck in the mud
There is mud here?

Looking glass of my mind, so you let me see now
Reined in and kept under lock and key
Let my wings go and let me fly
No more passive observation behind my eyes

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Midsummer, in the year 128 MA.