A Turning of the Season
Just relax,
The numbness hits first;
Than an empty mind, followed
By a coughing burst.
Your lack of feeling
Is all part of the reason.
Just a strange sensation, that
Radiates symmetrical improvisation.
You are receding;
Clear of thought
And feeling.
Any of the
Strange sensations…
Just all part of the
Procedure.
A numb reliever; opiate-
Like receivers. A middle-
Path conceiver, and what
A lovely thing…
All the turnings
Of the
Seasons.
Copyright © Adam Hollingsworth | Year Posted 2011
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