Into blackness ice feels warmer.
As I mount the empire in descent.
And sense the light above me fleet.
In my vision’s only corner,
desperate eggs escape my mouth.
Balls of cotton swarm to greet.
Fish like torpedos bounce off my skin.
Pinned beneath myself.
King Kong grips me in his hands,
and just before I shatter,
I close my eyes and breathe him in.