"Afterwards"

If I were to perish now,

I would have to cherish how,

My third dimension folds into—

The fourth, and oh, I look for you,

But it’s random and ferocious,

Vicious, and atrocious.

Yet lucid and enticing does it

Seem as though that one could plummet,

Down and down, deeper seeping,

Unsound consciousness that’s sleeping.

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