TITLED POEM (Consciousness)

Interestingly bizarre, the feeling

          

                Though still intact.

                     The feeling coincides

       

           With but never leaves

 

   My mind.

         Blackness, so vividly

                 Lucid, but reddened

By steaming glares.

    And I cannot sleep, cannot

                                       Dream.

          But I will

      Wait for the world

To turn round til seasick

  

    With dizziness.

                                  So

       It will be, que sera,

  

         Until the last laugh dies,

  

             A disabled hoorah.