Fall
It falls slowly
tumbles
through a sludge of time and distance
the jelly of dramatic slow motion.
It's screams are silent
mine have more volume
the despair of the helpless onlooker
I watch with gravity
as impact occurs:
the shatter of shell and bowl
the spill of yolk and transparent goo
that egg is dead.
I must just point out that I was not smoking mari-joo-ana at the time of writing this.
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