Everything muted
Cloaked and covered in flowing liquid
Floating in - suspended - weightless thickened space
Sound sealed from the air
And yet the clarity of each reverberation
Made within
Strikes the ears, piercing, louder than without
A wrench taps the tile
A hook scrapes the side
Shouts escape in bubbles
And the one in this womb
Watches the patterns of light
:)
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