cold clay mug emptied from esophagus scorching chamomile and honey dollop potion of delectability. tingling into lethargy. the fan is turning turning turning turning whirling with a wobbling hazed metallic halo, lulling me in ebbing waves of slumber. opaque glass bulb coffins clutching faint reflections of moon blue and goldish light. gazing heavy. eyelids of lead sinking sinking sinking sinking waning locking shut kissing charcoal nothingness. bed, body unmoving. mind has gone. projecting protrusions of disheveled imagery and metaphors of cloaked desires.