Whispers don't answer shadows
   In company of eyes
     or ears
Witnesses oblivious or driven mad.
Insanity, just a bug in the system
   Wrench twisting gears
Piece of sand tearing inside a vagina
   The more you push, the more it hurts.

Ringed moon promises
   Warm breath to tear cold air
Dead hopes rot slower,
New dreams barely grow
   Chill makes everything still.

Constricted lungs gasp while
   Panicked heart pumps rapidly,
Eyes search losing focus
   Led by drowning brain.
An instant becomes a moment,
   As quickly takes forever
While the body falls to the floor.

10/25/2002

Author's Note: More and more recently I have been plagued by short trips to the ground caused by my head feeling overly swimmy and my eyes getting all blurry. So instead of seeing a doctor I wrote a poem about it. I know, pretty stupid.

Posted on 10/25/2002
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