Lazily
sliding back into habituation.
Controls
feel lose in the hands, slipping in relation
A
sort of blurred-blind reaction to all information
Oxygen-deficiency,
halfway inhalation.
Furthering
this cyclic self-annihilation
Then
the collar-and-chain snaps me back to realization
Over and over in my head, subtle
foreign incantation
Breathe
my essence into its own perpetuation
Another
cosmic iteration
Set
to go off in mere desperation
I
hope reentry is less than frustration
A
grand enlightening for the whole population!
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