Hail, joy, it begins
Baptism and the bell
A surge in between, then
Wrapping with the knell

Moving ahead, rising above
At first it might seem,
Then leaving behind, losing ground
Crushing the dream. . .

Somewhere in the surge,
A silent ballad,
Dressing, undressing
A bitter crisp salad. . .

The hallucinogen
Losing its effect
Wished to linger
Now waiting to eject. . .

Pound, ground
Crushed and tried
A light quake
It withered, it died. . .

A death for good?
Or a coma indeed
Staying alert, staying quiet
Wait, pray, touch, heed