Embedded stench of ether
bleeding thru’ cracked tile,
washed in antiseptic drip…
……………………………..and –
I’m wondering how they sleep
between the threaded lines
of cognizance and paralysis
the options here quite limited
in attempting how to permeate
the state of the human brain-
from the outside looking in.
Surgical stage, like twilight,
presenting light in darkness
as its curtain falls before a cast
of pale green masks and gowns,
hovering o’er dis-cognizance
…………………………. ……..while-
I’m wondering ’bout it all,
with strange understanding
that I’ll never really grasp,
the far too many questions,
answers to be questioned,
’bout strange, random thoughts,
on a dank, stormy night
by a fireside, sitting…
alone, by myself
chatting with my thoughts
in absolute solitude….wondering.
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Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR
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