AS I LOOK DOWN
There I lay, seemingly at rest
They’re now ripping open my shirt
And placing paddles on my chest
Yet I know I no longer hurt
As I look down
I never believed this spirit stuff
But now it is happening to me
This experience is real enough
It is my body I can actually see
As I look down
They’re trying hard to resuscitate
Who could know my time was due
But they got here a bit too late
I see them all now clustered round
As I look down
Floating up here near the ceiling
More than a transient O O B
It is such an odd strange feeling
Like the Ka of Gifford Hillary
As I look down
The human spirit must heed the call
Ethereal, not physical, it is clear
As we actually do exist after all
Both me down there and up here
As I look down
Categories:
gifford, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
A certain thing can't ever be described really sufficiently.
Good people like Gabby Gifford.
It is lost with out one single uttered word.
White hot is the sun.
If that does not answer your question, it is to drawn out, don't.
The mere attempt of it.
One person in order to inform about temporary is still murder,
other things red clear bubbles * sigh * bone white, yellow suicide.
People who have been gone for a while
and never came back what kind of we are they?
We should know, inclement whether.
Although reconsideration obtaining renumbering the gun which is from Tea
obtained.
What kind of I in it inparts?
The fact that you say it has tried the thing over and over again next time.
It is a spiritual heat and to show other nonlatex latent characteristics.
Why when this is happening, while there is no something, I cried.
Categories:
gifford, 12th grade, best friend,
Form: Free verse