06/29/2011

My insides have forgotten how to feel.

They ignore the impulses or mistake them for mere hunger.

A churning stomach is no more than a plea for nourishment

A throbbing heart no more than exhaustion.

Shallow breaths are only a gasp for air

Trembling hands merely a weakness of muscle.

I have become a plain mass of neurons and receptors, nothing else.

Reactions to stimuli cause and effect

Pain is a purely physical response

Not the all encompassing  storms that used to inhabit these outlands.

A reef collects shipwrecks protecting this strand from exploration

As the pounding surf erodes me.

 

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This blog is updated by a guy who’s overweight, silly, Liberal, spiritual rather than religious, infatuated with beauty and grace, musically blessed, and always changing.

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