A sudden shriek; the great, orange sky quivering with echoes
My skin relaxed, it morphed and swayed,
It gave in to the pull of the breeze
and to the light of the sun
Trembling; I floated fearing
A great rumbling flew through nature
Upon a stone, I saw the trees and dirt, flying
by, beyond where I could see
Why, how does the back of my head look?
Between the strokes of white and orange
I lay: A single, melted stroke of paint
Mixed into the yellow sky,
Past the stone and trees where my body lies
Terrible, trembling thoughts
Can't seem to start thinking
No more stones
No more sky
Seen in a glitter
My world flittered
Fluttered
Falling
Fled.
