Jumping in imaginary lakes of infinite death,
Of infinite depth, stretching forever.
Beginning with flight, then plunging,
Inundated with the full force of history that it’s beneath.
History that sips inside, feeding me, enriching me.
In time transforming me in history, like all the layers, sunk.
This lake is not filled with water, no.
And everyone becomes a part of it, sooner or later.