seething inside,
my entrails boil...
some wickedness
gives speed to
my racing thoughts.
from far above, harsh light
shines down upon my body,
striking me to the very core
to the crux,
as it were,
of my being.
i fall, slowly but surely,
tumbling downwards
while
a multitude of voices
all cry out as one.
i am caught, held aloft
in the sky below the sky,
as emeralds and indigos
engulf me completely.
the ever-changing canopy,
its branches stripped away,
coiled together like snakes
reaching out to find
only me.
wet tendrils snaking downwards,
arching past the small of my back
free-falling still, without me
and setting themselves free.
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