i.
Of the twenty lost minutes
The only unmoving thing
was how rigid I could be
ii.
I was a threefold higher suicidal risk (It’s a brain misfiring in iii. ways)
Tonic-clonic, absence, partially-complex
are grand teachers of how precious consciousness can be.
iii.
All awareness whirled in and out in a cloudy daze
It was a part of the depressing confusion
iv.
a body and a brain
are one
a body and a brain and a seizure
are one
v.
I do not know which to prefer
The total lack of consciousness
The total lack of awareness of a lack of consciousness
The all over soreness afterwards
Or the desire for a permanent lack of consciousness
vi.
Icicles fill the prolonged limbo
Of a barbaric casque
The stipple of a seizure
Frosts it, embossing
The mood
Erased, at best, skewed
to a present ,absent ,anguish
vii
oh sentient populace of planet dearth
viii. i.
ix. think
x. i. think. i. think. I AM
xi. h. a . v.i. n. g.
xii.a .
xiii..x.e.i.zure...
Oh gees... so much to munch on here. I was going to say I liked stanza v. the most then I re-read the rest and now I am not sure, but I DO love this line a lot: "he total lack of awareness of a lack of consciousness." This is a multi-media extravaganza. I am completely in awe. Thanks.
