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There was a little light show in my head,
my vision clouded by persistent spots.
No fractured skull or artery that bled,
only peripheral light and distant dots
exploding into fireworks of blue,
and green, and red. It was as though my thoughts
precariously hung like drops of dew,
translucent and too small, distorting all
that they contained they dripped things I once knew.
I saw myself through glass. I can recall
light growing into sun inside my brain,
and then a rumbling like the car might stall,
a ray of black behind a stroke of pain,
and then what struck me as some kind of rain. |
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