Hours in bed
merge into unconsciousness
time slipping away in the heat
feverish with thoughts
which make no sense,
images of colours
which mean nothing.
Windows closed
sealing off the fresh air,
the room cloyingly damp
with ill breath and
unwanted loneliness and
death? Your mind wanders...
In that event, when you
float, you find a new high.
You find you need no more
and you sleep peacefully
even when they knock on you door,
wondering where you are.
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