The vertigo was setting in,
immediately, I turned this whole thing on its ear,
in every sense of the phrase,
It got very hard to see things with my stomach on the floor,
and my eyes hurt when I rolled them back into my head,
no matter how slow I said I could do it,
The wood panels on the floor were not as cold as they were at first,
they were sweating now,
and I believed these floorboards to be the fundamental items for our survival,
but this was only if I could get us off this floor,
if I could get us off this buoy of sorts,
What a mess this was for my head,
for my swishy,
wishy,
washy,
insides
This was not an island,
not even an archipelago,
or an isthmus,
it was just my body,
mine
and mine alone---
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