Thrumming rhythm of anticipation
Acential pull for no salvation.
Blindness upon the invisible ocean
Starlight dimmed by the strobe
Gravitated weightlessness becomes my soul.
Illuminated aero resting place
Tumbling pressure sways the distance.
Rancid anxiety cultivates in whispered silence.
Midnight hags presently watchful
Catatonic parcels have paid the toll.
Curving descent of nausea floats
Searching for an antidote.
Blue, bobs a numbing to the mind
That sleep is far from landing.
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