at lunch he dives.
by way of aperitif he dives.
he dives for breakfast.

when you dive
the world pours up around you
continuously,

a ribbon of motion
defying end in
a tone that borders on arrogance.

sounds and colors deepen
on their way to achieving
darkness and silence,
which keep receding.

a different situation however if
the entire time the thing
he was diving to reach
were diving just behind him.