I crouch here,
Cold wind sucking the fragile breaths
That try to warm my lips.
All the colours of indicision
Swirl like a kaleidoscope in my mind
Dizzying, so dizzying.
And the darkness on the edges,
Cold like obsidian ice.
What once burned red-hot
Now sinks in dark coldness.
I cling to the center,
Disoriented by the whirrings
Of my spinning consciousness,
But more afraid of falling of the side into the blackness.
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