I feel my mind here, but slipping.
Fading from consciousness, waning
like the moon, pulling darkness to cover,
but I’m falling faster.
Below the horizon I dip to take cover.
To cover my tracks,
tracks leading nowhere.
A stowaway on an express train to nowhere,
but I can’t express...
My mind is slipping.
My expression is slipping:
a bullet train derailed off tracks leading nowhere.
I’m lost even before I get to nowhere.
I’m off track even before I get to know...
My mind here is slipping,
waking unresponsive: no response... no response...
no response...
No expression, no intention,
just darkness pulled over to cover,
waning, but falling faster.
Undercover until it’s over.
.jpg)
