Sliding down the slippery slope
The rank air encapsulated
The greenish grey muddy landscape
Far into the distance.
Just as the speed of descent quickened
And the body gradually lost more and more control
A fissure began to open up smoothly
Like a giant lesion in the skin of the hill.
Scrambling in confusion, the victim
Unaware of the unfolding events
In his immediate path
Found himself coasting through a vast
Interior—airborne.
There was a gaping grin stretched
Forcefully across his face
And guttural laughter was found to
Project from his interior in cloudy jets of
Intervallic ejections.
As the speed reached a dangerous level
First the skin and flesh was lost,
Then the bones and their entrails were left behind by air resistance.
The victim continued to gain speed until
all movement seized—
His existence felt to permeate outward
In a single ring of electrically charged smoke.
In contrast, an atemporal feeling of inward collecting
Was also apparent and as always
The unity of life was present.
MS2020
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