Sitting on the brim,
looking in.
Darkness below. I jump.
Down and down and down,
violently pushing through the frigid air--
sploosh. Water, but no light only dark.
Dive. Deep and deeper.
Cold and colder. I get old and older.
Skin prunes, vision blurs, hairs gray and leave.
Suddenly I fall out the bottom
and land on the brim,
young again.
Sitting on the brim,
looking in.
Darkness below. I jump.
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