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High.

Breathing is normal,

appetite is aberrant.

All sounds are ambient.

 

....I

am

still

here.

 

Lost in time;

unaware of reality,

but aware of my sanity.

 

...Am

I

still

here?

 

Senses have risen

and failed

My mind is jailed.

 

...Will

I

stay

here?

 

Jailed but liberated,

I am one with everything.

My heart begins to sing.

 

...I

am

not

here.

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matthew-garcia
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Published
Jun 9, 2010
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