by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
My swoon, I felt
Was well deserved,
And I hoped they wouldn't wake me
While being preserved.
Time passed slowly
While peering through the linen;
That I could see at all
Surprised me, no doubt,
As they had put in marbles
After popping my eyeballs out.
Then finally
I saw a light,
There was screaming, cold hands, blood,
And fright.
As the years past,
I got used to life again;
Even found happiness and love.
And then, one day,
Living among this future race
I lost it all once more
When my new eyes fell
Upon my old face.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an observer and listener of the music of life. Where I find cadence, I find my interest and passion directed. It can be sound, light, smell, or purely an experience of thought. The sky, the sea, the mountains, and the machines that allow me to explore those places draw my attention, and give me serenity.
Last updated May 08, 2017