And light is shimmering so low, oh wow, I’m wide awake and attitude is eerie. It’s some weird desolation row into which I’m thrown. Tremors resonate to the bone. Let’s put forth a proposition: Cease to be or live in vain.
Some absurd opposition.
Thunder. Light outside is dimmed… it rains.
Curtains are shut.
My hands are shaking in pain.
Ripple, mental rabble.
All is lost or at least all that’s sane.