Content (6/2007)

You lay there
Content in your stillness

The only notion of time
Is the movement of the clouds

You know your body is still there
But only because you feel the tingle of the wind

Otherwise it is just your mind
Left on its own

You let it be free

As the sky dims
A thought crosses your mind

You feel something moving below you
Expanding, it covers your body

You cannot see what it is
You are frozen in place

You feel it wrap around your skin
You are powerless in its grasp

You give in to the monster
And allow it to rise you to your feet

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