3,2,1...

 

3 minutes without oxygen

too deep underwater to

wonder if I can get to the surface

 

3 hours without shelter

tooth chatteringly cold and I

want to go home

 

3 days without water

took a trip on the ocean in my head

once

 

3 weeks without food

to the chopping my stomach has

wandered

 

3 months without company

tune is rather

wondrously lonely now

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