Cut

Sinking.. sinking.. sinking

With every blink

I loose

a frame of this illussion

With every blink

I scan

through fluid images

With every blink

I freeze

and hope this life would too

With every blink

I sneeze

and someone says god bless you

With every blink

I depart

and wonder what did I start

Constantly questioning

time travel

ground and gravel

my feet have lost their sole

and left a sinking smiling hole

With every blink

I stop

I drop

the picture crops

and i m drained with a flush

a rush 

down to the bottom of my sink

I open my eyes

and well what do i dread

nothing to announce but

that addled delusion

down there in the sink

once again I blink...