Swimming at the bottom of the pool
Swirls of bright light dance around me
The filter morphed into a tunnel a long time ago
I am at peace
Voices whisper from the walls
I open my eyes and bleary grandma beckons me
“Swim through the filter”
My life sparks before me in rapid frames
I feel rewarded
There is a splash like a cannonball
A man with a life guard shirt
Is coming right at me
I feel a tug and then another
He lifts me from the light, from the voices, from the peace
Damn
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