Well Rested He Moaned Much
A slow swim through clouds of consciousness.
My wife said I had lost a day,
but I was timeless, though as my mind moved,
so did the world,
I travelled by ever clearing thoughts,
over distant skies and far mountains,
the earth was beautiful and without fault.
I was weightless, but not insubstantial,
for gravity simply lightened spirit and will,
a gentle force
moved me to wherever I desired to go.
When the nurse appeared, her words were alien,
her angelic speech created only for celestial tongues.
My wife's voice was sweet and as musical
as a Sufi prayer.
I was told later that I just groaned loudly,
complaining that
my ass was sore.
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