1.2.17

THE PANOPTIC AWAKENING
OF PROFESSOR OLIVER DANIEL

Falling much slower than should be normal.
Drifting into a fog and lowered into silence.
Given to the wind swept by to pick you up.
Whispers and dry exhalations of fallen leaves.

The world becomes a carousel of clouds
spinning below slipping frictionless quick
towards the haze you find yourself stretched
out plummeting head down swan diving through
the outer layers of a swift approaching world of mist.

Rushing upward until the target pocket of white light
has been struck a mattress upon which to sit back relax
and recline emerging from the amniotic veil we step into
darkness our only guidance the bright light radiating from
our bodies catapulted as from a trampoline into ricocheting
off eternity our colony of cells thriving every day of our lives.

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