Dyad figures afloat,
Finally they are still, motionless
Their sedentary shells swath their sides,
The core it is tethered to appear further and further away, its arms, exceedingly
outstretched, are cold and surely waning…
In this space
Feeble air falls rather than fills its gaps
As it sinks into softness — all movement stunts
turns to torpor.
Pressure surrounds and leaves me hardened, petrified
A sigh fills a slippage that wrings my bent neck
This vessel may shatter
or the next
Here I stand within the draining of the light
Uplifted, feet barely brush the ground below.
As if holding on to it.
Belay my light…
And the ground is gone.
….All that remains is a deafening hum, as bodies of dust slowly swirl.
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