POLLUTING

your hair crawls away from your face, softly like feathers, 

they breathe elegantly, in a pace not faster than afternoon tea

like jellyfish who wander behind your ears then again

cover your eyes

a uniformed dance, they spread apart silkily, tip-toeing

you feel the weight you never felt before as they make waves

as you reach your fingertips towards the light above your head

the surface never seemed so near

they pull you down, you feel the weight you never felt before

they plant roots on the seafloor

the surface never seemed so far

..

then there was no surface

and one strand lays in your open mouth, 

tickling your disconnected lips