clinging to a spar and the mouth full of water salt-disgust and spitting, choking, see no land anywhere, cannot turn the head, hands wet, frozen, fingers white and numb, cannot hold on, cannot hold on, treading water, no firm foothold, liquid depth and moving fear - any minute I will go under, no light, no bell, no ship, no land, treading hell, heaving hell, living hell - but no dying yet - heaven can wait till I come - still here and holding onnext poem