Wretched Implosion

Have you ever felt your brain stagnate
When the distracting plane,
Duly flies over the world,
And drops its sweeping dope rain?

Consciousness cessates,
Wearied, dull, untroubled,
Though your alarm bells ring,
And internal warnings have doubled.

Expression recedes,
Imploded by force,
The strange and peculiar,
Now banished and coarse.

It's the wretched implosion,
Nothing will be saved,
But I'll clasp our debris,
To the end of my days.