panic rises and descends and I am blowing oxygen bubbles into saline siren song into the past wondering, can music float? space-time is an ocean and I am a mermaid, yes, just like the boy with swimming-pool blue eyes said, I’m afraid, frozen to stone, for the millionth time. things you value, and simply, openly, shyly love will be torn from you like brambles from fragile skin. willowlike, gnarled, maybe I am twisted. yes, just like the redheaded faerie girl said, I could never resist the lure of a truly beautiful squall. heartbeat fading and the words are dying. space-time is the sea, and I am the storm, or caught in it.