Ketameanin'

poem by: Gilbert J. P. III
Written on Jan 07, 2019 

Stumbling
                 through
                                      this
                                                              carnival
                                                                            I feel
                                                                                     winner of     
                                                                                                   a prize

                  that's
                         been taken,
                                                                     What does         it          mean
      to
            be real,
                                                       Staggering 
                                                                           along
                                                                                     I am
                                                                                                 finally
   awakened,
                       The spark      is             gone
                                                                   with
                                                                           euphoric disconnect,
Fibers
               turn to
                                 flesh,
                                          Now
my shoes
                  are
my feet,
                        
              I am          a           random          occurrence
                                                                               an
                                                                                       inanimate object,
All    wrapped
                       in           plastic

like     a
               dead cut
                             of
                                       meat,               

Then,
             I         come          back           to           the                world   

I    have        
                 known      and              missed,

Timing   is
                  everything,         that's 
                                                      why
                                                                we
                                                                             exist.

 

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