DYING

I'm dying and,,,
I no longer know what the time or the day is.
Is that so bad?
I have now been at sea for a long while.
Do not ask me how long
for I have no answer to this question.
I can only say that I have just barely survived
too many blistering hot days.

I am unable to drink
from this endless expanse of salt water,
which tauntingly surrounds me.

My lips and throat are welded shut,
and crusted over with a heavy layer of dried salt.
Blisters both inside and outside are my reward for this burning spiral of never ending thirst.
All existing moisture has been dried from my body.

The sun scorches me, and torments me mercilessly with no foreseeable end.
The heat,,,
seeping into my unprotected head and body
have gelled my thoughts into rubbery impressions-
melting together to form a nebulous blue nothing, in which I now float.

I am left with no points of focus
outside of the sporadic contact
with warm, salty water
as it gently licks my dangling arms and legs,
in an attempt to make amends
for the brutality of our-MOTHER NATURE