Fatefully falling He grabs the string and pulls everything down.
A spyglass of forgotten gems- won in a rigged lottery in the days before he was awake- spies a land that has not yet been ravaged in the pitch-black starless sky not yet been taken by the drilling crushing by the empty words and hollow promises The dreams do not prey on tonight. They leave that vulnerable cardiac node that empty dried well for a delectable snack in the times when the hollow men should not feel so alone-
Silently drowning He grabs the rope and pulls every hope down.