Under the Belly

I’m under the belly of this giant whirlpool
That gushes and bubbles out pockets of air
I swim in an ocean that commands an orchestra
Of poetic justice in unfriendly mares

Invigorating and isolating
I rummage through the crowd
From underneath I witness lines curving in and out
I slice my self into pieces, cut through the center, and soar out

With the prowess of a lion
My teeth clench onto the freedom like a hostage
only moments away from sinking
back into the abyss

Under the belly of this giant whirlpool
I wonder what true bliss is