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I see black waterfalls
Falling
I am there
A dream and then a synapse
Faint humming, whirring
I am there
Falling
A life-span before me, I can stretch
Cut…
Cut the strand?
No…
This is not a wish of mine
Tell me otherwise
And weigh my eyes
A spectrum, there are colours I can see
And colours I can’t see
I lack the fourth cone
I lack the imagination
That whirring again
Always humming behind my black eyelids
When can I see them?
In my dream or otherwise
But I am standing
Still…
In the rain
And there are no birds here
And the sky is black
And the heart is black
And the ground is black
And I am
Black…
Again, the humming
Am I?
Dying?
I can’t breathe
The black waterfall
Glistening past my eyelids
Behind my eyelids
But I still see them
Smiling, laughing
I want to be there
Please…
Don’t let me…
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