crashed into like a car,

like waves onto rocks,

and lost

like a single pebble,

dropped in the gray ocean,

never to be seen again,

falling, sinking,

out of all control,

lost in a sea of black



like my hand out the window

reaching into the icy depths

of the fall wind

and reaching for

that absent warmth,

feeling pain

for a painless destination.

Fingers connecting to endless fog,

viewing visions of night,

void of cosmic entities

and glorious beings,

and void of me.

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