BEFORE
The world turned 180
There was no sun
There was no moon
There were no stars
There was only a sensation
Of incredible quiet
In the middle of a storm
An eye
A huge eye looking down
Incredibly quiet
And intensified awareness
Of almost crucifixion
And disappearing thoughts
Trickling down and leaving
Like all life leaving
All quietly
Incredibly quiet
And seeping down and out
Together
AFTER
The other 180
Is the opposite
Well, almost
It leaves out some
Crucial skills that
Have to be learned again
Or can never return at all
It leaves out a lot
Of work to be done
Leaves out
Missing people
Leaves out
New friends found
Leaves out
The strangest sensation
Of waking up again
In sunlight.
© Darren White
The other 180
Is the opposite
Well, almost
It leaves out some
Crucial skills that
Have to be learned again
Or can never return at all
It leaves out a lot
Of work to be done
Leaves out
Missing people
Leaves out
New friends found
Leaves out
The strangest sensation
Of waking up again
In sunlight.
© Darren White

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