I'm indisposed,
unrobed, symmetrical with the floor,
absorbed in the little spaces between things.
An eye blink--
the dust sets,
and the link to this world
pulses then fades.
The last waves of its power
emanate, once immense,
now thin.
I  s  e  e  p back in,
to my hands,
to my eyes,
to my lips.
Grip the edge of the bed,
rise.