Slow motion blurs my vision with inept perceptions,

As tears cry in closed and cornered grief,

At once. At once. At once.

Wreaking of distaste and destitution,

Paralyzed in a stare surmounting conception,

Grief enfolds the shrinking vision.

Freeze framing reality smirks wryly,

As nothing stirs to rise above,

A single agonizing notion.

A pause, a standstill,

Collapse and collapse,

A fall below ensues.

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