A fly in a web, beating its wings.
Beating quickly now.
[Quickly.]
And a spider.
They beat in vain.
I felt a funeral drum
pounding in my chest.
Pounding Slowly now.
[Slowly.]
I watch myself fade.
Is someone fooling me?
Why am I dark and cold?
I have been tired for quite a while.
[Rest.]
An ethereal shroud encapsulates…
The drum has lost its beat.
And I saw no more.
I saw no more, and then –













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