I am slow to wake, these days.
The blood oozing into my brain
is too weak to wash the sleep away.
Immobility holds my body
in a cradle of numb non-feeling.
Though my parts lay paralyzed,
my head is reeling
between floor and ceiling.
For a moment of silence,
to escape this wild entity
caged between by ribs,
I would give...
anything,
maybe.
But NOT
everything.

05/17/2004

Posted on 05/17/2004
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