Swim me!

swim,

in a bottle

of sea.

wonders arrive

unabashedly.

moody mirages 

appear and disappear.

i swim along

in the fluids of motion

where cries are not meant to be;

where 'me'

is not ought to be.

i lie

consuming my minute of relaxation,

till moods gather menacingly

to grab hold of me.

linger...

for a year, or perhaps,

ninety-three.

as i'm ushered in once more

i try to glee

to flee!

to find deep comforts

in bouts of eternity...