anchored by a weight of self awareness
  i find that these lifeless waters surround 
    and seethe decay into my very being
   it is ascertained that struggling
     is of no consequence 
   there there is not choice but to 
    relax and accept as
  morals, values, judgements
    created of the world 
   are stripped away in miniscule particles
it is a dull pain;
  a gentle moan that begins from within
    rolls across the silent, starlit waters
   and i cannot determine whether
       it is a death
         or a meticulous beginning;
     if my now dissolved linear thoughts
         are indeed true
   or if eternity is at hand