A Wake

Strikes the palm of her hand
Bouncing off of the infinite ceiling
And hitting the waving, motionless, colliding with the others
And she saves herself

Follows me forcing me along
They slide through the infinite ceiling
And slither through the waving and motionless
And all I can do endlessly
Is gaze at them, following me, endlessly
I lose track of them all
I hide off and I struggle, finally blurriness takes over
I lose sight
They go on and on
Follow me
And I wither and drop
For I lie and I stomp and I choke on the fight
And the dirt and the rough tiring
Look up and scavenge for something
Dig through and rip open an empty, empty nothing
I stand up and I push into the two palms and I stumble and fall
I rise up and I crawl out and I come to an extreme and zoom out
And I see then
Finally see them
I get up to leave and I close my eyes and it comes again
This is a revelation and now I feel at ease
I fold the eyes shut and I still feel it on the paper lids
But I am at ease and it no longer kills me
I wake to leave

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