You see, just floated around up there. So to this very day I've wondered If a bull could jump over the moon. Silly questions, it seems. One beats steady And strong. The other races by.
Confinement presses knee Against rib, back to thigh.
Sounds, muffled and distant, Penetrate. Irresistible, the urge. Delivered into chaotic glare Assaulted by motion and sound. Body, unbound, seeks ground. As flooding blood erodes neurons And synapses wash away.