Adam Hollingsworth Poet I do not know?

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.

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Mike Dailey May 18, 2011 at 12:02 PM Interesting use of form