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Slipping, slowly, neither here nor there
Drowning? No
Floating? No
There's thickness in the air
My lids are lifting elephants
I'm sinking into walls
Inside my brain the head-crows
Irritate with constant calls
Slipping, slowly, sinking and seeing less as my vision grows dim
Good night!
I'm afraid I can't hold firm
My inner thoughts infiltrated by these putrid worms
Oh dear, here they come!
I fear I may be killed
Oh!
Excuse me sir, do pardon my rambling
What is it you will?