The Way We Die - Drabble
Summary: Spock's thoughts during the Fal-Tor-Pan.
Author's Note: With courtesy to A-Ha who sing the title line in "The Living Daylights", and to the actual SpockMcCoy group picture.
Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom own Star Trek, I own my brain. No infringement intended, no money being made. All original content (c) 2003 by Acidqueen.
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The Way We Die.
An eternal sphere of glass, brittle as minor; a horizon so far a bird would never reach. Sounds within no being ever saw, a slow line of grey that stripes the iron clouds. A sea so brown. A sea so white. A sea as soft as cotton, spilling out into a land of fire and the cries of bells. Embraces of a mountain's arms, tasting of wine and the vowel A as it pulls the curtain to the mystery of craving.
I am you as we extinct ourselves, taking with me your feel of love.