“The Altered State”
© 2007 Nicholaus Billings

The words come in a whirlwind,
no two fitting together,
no cohesive thought.

Force only jumbles them more,
tosses them around,
shuffling them again.

Then “The Altered State” enters my view
and the haze starts to lift,
yet a new haze sets in.
One in which calm replaces reality,
the words flow in perfect line,
and rhythm paints the backdrop of surreal.

Everything suddenly makes perfect and absolute sense
and the moment I realize this,
I feel peace.

My mind suddenly opens
and I become able to see my life,
with all its chaos,
as if I were not tangled in its thorns,
as if I was outside, looking in.

Then, like a script laid before me,
the words and thoughts flow together in perfect harmony,
as though they know where they belong.
They wash away the pandemonium and bedlam.
No quandary too difficult to make sense of.
No critics to judge.

I feel the tension melt away,
layers of myself fall to the ground,
a fresh and revitalized being remains.

Ready.

And then it begins.
The slow and soft descent back to real.
Back to the sanitarium we call life,
where no sense can be found.
I embrace the tranquility “The Altered State” produced,
that serenity will guide and comfort me.

Until next we meet.



Last edited by poet1681; 04/14/07 11:13 PM.
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