The current pulled.
Tugging at his arms,
while broken shopping trolleys and polluted reeds
grabbed and held his legs fast.
He stopped flaying,
giving up the fight,
instead to release -
to gulp in the rushing dirty water.
Gushing into his lungs
replacing where air once flowed.
The wrong substance to petrol his internal engine,
his body broke down,
as his mind calmed and
crystal sparkles filled his mind.
Then a smile in his rive grave.
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