midnight snaps like a rubber band
and the Sun dives into the water.

the day becomes pitch black
but there are no lights to lift the dark.

my pericardial windowshades close
the shutters to my soul

and the pleura drowns
in sudden sorrow.

there is a distant moan
signaling the death of a deep-sea creature,
its ink wrapping its legs like a choking womb.

and i am left gasping,
gasping,
gasping,

wondering

is this as good as it gets?