Alone In The Bathhouse...

alone in the bathhouse

i have the pools

hot cold warm herbal

all to myself

lying in the warm pool

water just about body temp

ninety-eight point six

i lay myself down

and let myself drown

a moment

lost in the gentle un-feeling of wet

ninety-eight point six

as it was in the beginning

only to rise again

back to the surface

through the membrane

into the light

into new life

and float

free

and gone

no sensation

weightless

perfectly balanced

only sound the muted

th-thump

th-thump

th-thump

of my slowed heart beating

in my drowned ears

the dull steady rhythm of life

eyes closed

floating

lost in dark nothing

lulled away by the pulse of creation

floating forever free

gone

gone

gone beyond

gone utterly beyond

form and function left behind

anchors in the warm water

tethering me to some distant memory of existence in

ninety-eight point six

letting go

letting it all go

drifting away