Birds singing from beyond my walls
always heard but never seen.

As I begin to wonder if the sound's just playing in my head,
my mind's desperate plea to be released from
the windowless box I keep it in,
the knocking starts--
pounding really--
slightly above my right temple.
I put my hand to my head as my body collapses to the floor,
I only know it because I am standing over it, peering as I watch my own eyeballs roll back.
I feel no pain
I feel nothing, actually, because I don't think I am I--
I am just my mind now
floating through the walls and joining the birds' songs--
I forget what I was thinking about before