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.
-Bb