Disbelief.
It’s a folding in on itself.
A disentigration of time,
syrupy flow of background,
noise and movement,
dissolution of demension,
while existence fades,
like water colors into waves,
as the universe expands,
in achingly slow motion,
then snaps forward, warping,
imploding in on itself-
marking the very moment,
that you realize,
just how fucked you really are.
