Numb
A thousand miles away
under a leaf green canopy
in a cold dark whirlpool
I lost my sense of touch.
The water was ice running straight to my heart
that no towel could melt.
I could feel no immediate change
(indeed, I could feel nothing)
but gradually I began to sense that
what was rough was not rough
the sky was not blue
what was mine was not mine
what was love was not love
One night I
drove back to the place
stripped myself naked and
fell into the river
that had carried my soul to the sea.
I waited. A thousand lifetimes it seemed.
Morning came, and with it the rain.
I felt a drop on my face
and took it in.
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