If this is only a feeling...

If this is only a feeling temporarily suspended in time,

A moment frozen in our ethos, yet lucid like awakenings,

Breathing its first air in a panicky gulp as if just released from the depths to life again,

Like a geriatric new born.

If this is only a moment in time, a thread in the quilt, a strand in the twine,

And I will surely wake up tomorrow with it buried inside of me again,

Chest bruised and concave,

Unaware, like a servant to the path, like a pawn in the game,

Not privy to the gravity of the connection, 

Blocking my thoughts with distraction and disintegration. 

If this is the case, then I want to take my time browsing the gift shoppe.

I want to eyeball every shining mounted stone and rabbit pelt inside.

I want a souvenir to take with me into the void. 

I want to hold a trinket in my hand while in my coma. 

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