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What are you waiting for?
visions of clouds through translucent skin
the result of your fear settles in
a white light that saturates rods and cones
passes out hope of an eternal home
all of your friends will be there in the end
depending where and when the wind blows them
as fear turns to comfort, survival is evaded
the dream in the pipe is less complicated
white gloves and face masks make declarations
of the hour and minute of your last exhalation
while your muscles tense, the fog thins away
opaque conquers invisible, darkness wins the day
the comfort and the night-light that were in the tunnel
all sucked away like beer down a funnel
it's too dark to tell if your friends are around
where did you go? 2 yards in the ground
