he can think not
his
rolls and waves as if beating wings
flashflood
the blood vessels
turning
his eyes blind his ears ringing
his
head dumb until his will
quits
reaching and gropes darkness
wanting
like the ostrich he believes
to
hole-in the panic
and
it gets deeper surely
all
is at ease underground
his
senses blind him fooldigger
ready
to go down on truth
over
his head and believe
anything
thereafter unreal
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