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when she lets me slip away
i slip away into nothing
fuzz out
the landscape becomes soft
obstacles become pillows
i can rest my heavy head on

but before i can
my head floats away
and she tells me all my thoughts
have always been nothing more
than feathers

and when the end comes
i realize my very head is the pillow
the obstacle in the landscape
and the fuzz becomes grainy

soon i am left sitting there
filled with water and blood
my heavy sanguine life of solidity
is felt once again