It was a free fell,

down the abyss, I went.

My body drove against gravitation,

or gravitation drove against my body;

my thoughts fell without hold.

Dangling at the precipice,

felling, feeling:

Someone or something pushed.

Act! I kept acting.

Stop; I could not stop myself.

On a steep slope,

Chemicals charged in one direction,

Toppling scalar on its head,

my head stayed still,

my body suspended motion.

As the currents charged,

I could not sing:

“My anchor holds”

I was sinking

Yet, I am not in motion”

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