My consciousness is gone again,
like flightless air travel;
unfocused and plummeting.
I summon clouds
to cushion the fall...
and sink into depression
under the shadow of it all.
Green blades of grass
and crickets smoking on toadstools
...an audience.
The grave earth is taking me
slowly.
Draining my life's blood.
Making me dizzy with mortality.
Instilling me with senility...
Until I am peaceful and unaware.
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