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Conscious Coma Sometimes I go neither here nor there Somewhere in my mind, somewhere in the air Something out there, fields of nothing, everywhere Into the blurry brightness, liquid motionless, I stare I fear here, yet I crave here Is this past, is this future, is this never In this feeling will I live? I’m getting the picture, but it’s a negative Its eerie openness is confining to me Confusing are all things present that I cannot see Life tends to drift in and out Shapeless am I, content without Flat, timid, 3-D, murky brights Breaking mortal bonds, passionate bites Flowing thoughts of self-centered worth Have warmed me coldly since my birth Whispers call from that field of numb That field I left, so into this field I’ve come Am I dreaming or asleep Awake or dead, the shadow creeps I hear the voices of a sky that I don’t know Into this conscious coma again I go…. Silently.… Peacefully…. Eventually…. Free…. |
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