you close your eyes,
you drift upwards,
past the subconscious curtain,
hurdling toward nothingness
up, up, and up further still,
you see vessels falling to earth,
fists pounding on the glass,
silent screams, they try to get out,
ickle beasts pick off the weak among them,
drift up, up, and up further still,
you see the lattice at the foundation of all things,
and you drifted up into it,
crashed against it,
you feel it start to shift,
it creaks, bends, and finally breaks,
and you drift further still.