Glass is shattering across the world tonight. Everyone, masks on. Tear gas rains from the sky. In a paddle boat on an eerie plane, I catch my last fish. The lunatic screams from under the water. Just float gently over, cold broad shoulder. A tad bit of water enters the lungs, "Gunna getchu! Can't hear you!" Before you sink a calm glossy eye, We peer down at a purple vein face. Screens capture the life that was almost saved, But this is just a clip show now, no hard feelings. Mind hugged by bats hanging in an abandond cave. Your life is still here because its on a page.