because night plummets, and envelops you. and because it's too bright to see the stars. and because it's too cloudy to see the moon. and because the things pinning you down are just like the last time you passed through here.
and because you ate the fruits that tasted too sweet. and because your teeth rot now. and your mind rots. and chunks of yourself fall from your flesh. and the fruit flies feast upon them.
and the spiderwebs get more ornate. and the sky's glow seems more surreal. and the songs unsung call to you from somewhere else. and they chant in ways only your dancing hands can feel.
and this brane cries. and you cry. and the next one does too. and you can't shape the one after that into a solution. and the one after that is too familiar too. and then you cry again. and you fall