Descent

There's nothing to grab.  Nothing within reach to stop this.  Every attempt just seems to be delaying the inevitable.

The world is rushing up.   Vital organs make a vain attempt to escape through the throat.   Below is an unlit, uncertain world.  

Something glints in the distance.  Apprehension precludes logic.  Every time there seems to be a ray of light or some clarity, as the world comes temporarily into focus, it just disappears.  

There's no aiming for where the light seemed to be.  In the moment of illumination, a lot of bad becomes visible very close to the good.  Yin meets yang.  It's all inevitable.