That
To touch death:
to feel the cool kiss, the shivers unfurling down the spine,
Faced with my own recent mortality and the objective reflection
diastolic, 104 beats per second, and there she sits holding onto the edge of the steel hospital bed
grasping for another breath,
another bit of life
like some awkward fish,
lying on the carpet of your nightmares
where you stand erect
two legs facing the sun,
observing the glorious movement of your own limbs
only to awaken in a bed, in a room, enshrouded with a joyous hopelessness
and horrible flourescents.
Oh yes, now I remember
still alive, but seeing through a very different lense.
to feel the cool kiss, the shivers unfurling down the spine,
Faced with my own recent mortality and the objective reflection
diastolic, 104 beats per second, and there she sits holding onto the edge of the steel hospital bed
grasping for another breath,
another bit of life
like some awkward fish,
lying on the carpet of your nightmares
where you stand erect
two legs facing the sun,
observing the glorious movement of your own limbs
only to awaken in a bed, in a room, enshrouded with a joyous hopelessness
and horrible flourescents.
Oh yes, now I remember
still alive, but seeing through a very different lense.
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