A moment passes
Forgotten by the
wayside
It slipped through my
grasp
Lucidly stumbling
Sweet pools of delirium
Unconsciousness looms
Skip, sputter and fall
Fumbling with
extremities
Four limbs on the
ground
Cool grass on my face
Soft light brushing my
lashes
Passed out with dawn
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