In a glass of water a suspended object is not expected to sink if it floats But I can see it swell A heavy weight, increasing out of thin air Unseen, the burden moves through, expanding and filling all the space it can occupy until nothing is left A kind of pressure not visible to the human eye Without corporeal form, and lacking the yellow-purple twinge of dream-like thoughts This heft, these stones are the absence of color Invisible, a thief in silence, sneaking through the air and sucking out life to fill a void, an insatiable hunger, never quenched I wish that I had built it in a dream, but it’s inception was still mine alone The weight, the burden, pushes the suspended object down into the depths of the glass Drowning, gasping for breath This unseen force, internal strife, an emotional mass chokes the object until its lungs learn to take to water No breath will ever be the same, each one a reminder as it slinks along the bottom shore Growing heavier And all the time I wish that I had said yes And all the time I wish that I had said no And every thought is wishing that I could have read yours And maybe if I’d never even let myself sit Dipping toes to test a temperature Then I could stand between the colonnades And measure the distance, approximate to sunlight Instead of figuring out which one is closer to you