Free floating shapes
hanging in blank space
in such a state of disarray.
These ill-fitting shapes
of the puzzle cannot be
put together ever again.
Something massive has grasped my wrist.
It pulled me ankle deep below the mist
above opaque water that resembled blood.
It was something massive. It was, it was.
Something amazing is above my head
but the massive grasp is much like lead.
I can barely see, let alone grasp, but
it was something amazing. It was, it was.
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