My eyes now opened, so reluctantly <br />and dawn had surely broken, without me. <br />A bluish green and oscillating cloud <br />was now descending from the chandelier to me. <br />Hail Mary, what on earth is happening here now <br />who is accusing me of things I could not do <br />there was a brief and rather painful sizzling touch <br />which in a flash obliterated me and all.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gone-62/
