I died in a thought but was resurrected in a
fraction of a second, that again fell into disrepair.
emaciated it would linger in nothingness.

Once again I was never whole but a thought
that could never to be conceived as it was a
thought that I died in and was never really born.

An abortion of ideas that could have weaved such
life in to words but then its beating needing had
faded like a falling leaf and crumbling into oblivion.