wind. the wind

begin to ascend.

reach for anything,

as the air has no end.

but soon, you'll wind

down through the air

with only the cold, hard ground

meeting you there.

feel the soil

running through your nose.

it's a wound down music box

that doesn't know how it goes.

it's a simple memory

that falls apart as it grows.

it's a simple memory

that falls apart as it grows.

now that picture is cracked

and the color is gone.

and the last thing I remember

I can no longer see.

there's a tree that grows into

a tree that collapses.

but from there, it goes off

into the scenery.