Within
Through consciousness and minds collapsed
this dead weight hangs from severed nerves.
The tiny thrusts of light that laugh,
mocked by demons chewing words.
That open eye, with crackling buzz
Your skull is humming, crystal-grin.
Sipping memories, tasting touch
Life has flowered, born within.
Copyright © Phil Naylor | Year Posted 2005
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