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”