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Feb 2012
As I recall times
I immediately
begin to lose
all control.
I stand up,
beginning to see stars.
As my mind
begins to drift,
I can’t even read
a single word.
And I feel the ground.
My legs fall,
my heart speeds up,
and I speak
in a language
even I can’t
seem to understand.
I begin to fall
not to the ground,
but to dreams
as I begin to come back.
Slowly I realize
where I am,
who I am.
And I can breath,
I can speak,
I can stand.
But my mind
is wiped.
Jim Gillespie
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Jim Gillespie
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