The time between
substantial thoughts.
In essence, a death sentence,
but survivable.
The sinews of time
lengthen to spite,
as clouds skirt
consciousness,
and adders slither
silently through the
underbrush of psyche,
Aromas dull,
Mountains quake,
The world ends...
*DING*
Oh good, it's done...
I REMEMBER HEARING ABOUT THIS! I've even read it before. Why in hell did I not critique it before? LOL. Nice.