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Coming Back from the Dead

It was visceral My gut clenched like I was falling in a dream Deep in the core of me Where the parasympathetic neuron bundles coalesce And tell you to be calm They were yelling The wave of their signalling swept across the whole of me I tingled and itched from my scalp to my toes All the tiny blood vessels expanded Fueling the sensory nerves of my skin, My pupils dilated My mouth salivated I wanted to reach out with every bit of me I wanted to expand to consume and experience every part of the world To touch everything To feel everything Taste and Smell and See everything I wanted to invent new organs of sensation To better understand it, to experience more, to feel all of it I jumped up Like a dog And reveled in the pure ecstatic joy of the sensory intensity Every smell, the ambient humidity, the warm breeze The color, the warmth of the sun, The sounds of all the biologic engines of the world Each of which was individually responsible for an infinite joy And together were even more It was a feeling that lasted only moments And faded in soft turns Till I became acclimated and in time oblivious And the grass was once again, just grass And the flowers were just weeds And the dogs, and the children and the people in the town Were just local residents going about their secret lives And not the heaving mass of cells and life, Climaxing in the moment of their existence to become more
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Feb 24, 2019
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