AFTER THE GAS

 

In my suspended state of

animation which is sleep,

my mind traverses depths

of the unknown – an image

here or there – the brain is

updating itself, not ready to

tell me yet, which parts are

being healed – all then is

 

revealed, when the nurse

calls out my name to see if

I’m now wide awake. I forsake

those spooky depths of half

in half out, slowly mouthing:

TRANSENDENTAL MEDITATION

'Well', says the girl dressed in

a blue and white uniform, ‘I’ve

never heard that one said before’

◄ SENSING A PRESENCE

COSMOS ►

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Philipos

Sat 30th May 2020 23:57

Just spotted this comment of yours Greg - much appreciated. P

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Greg Freeman

Fri 15th May 2020 10:00

Altered state, eh, Phil? Never know what you're going to come up with next. The element of surprise is very important in poetry, and this certainly has that. Good work.

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