One by one, the light dots dowse
The neural pathways dim,
Creating floating islands of memory,
Dimming flames of cognition.
Waning smudging highways sensory.
Language becomes alien,
Word constructs are forgotten...
sentences are ill begotten
leaving an open cage,
of escaping sparrows and pigeons.
Stepping into a fuzzy mist,
That with time deepens.
Identity, peculiarities, definitions,
all recede in haze, as illusion.
When all frontiers are breached,
Except the apriori will to breathe.
With Ellipsis in head and sand in hand ...
You open the door and stand,
In the vast expanse of a barren land.
Sans sense, void, blank, vacant...
