Air rushes out of lungs,
shallow breaths barely
stir any ripples upon once
heaving chest muscles,
and the rib cage seems
quiet, nearly still and silent.
Eyes stare blankly forward
with unfocused attention,
as an always active world
bustles around at the edge
of attention but never quite
registers interest's impression.
Storm clouds fail to gather
on the horizon, but the driving
rains and howling winds crowd
memories and dreams out
from the internal panorama
as a yolkless egg is cracked open.
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