i remember
somewhere in between dreaming and awake
somewhere between death and life
half-empty and hung-over
small and swollen
moving with tides of nylon and polyester
groping at important blurs
and bulges that smelled of home sweet home
unable to command my extremities
somewhere between the conscious and the void
there was a kind of emerging colour
...
after that it's all a bit grey.
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