when time gets away
barely breathing
and unable to move
I imagine the sun
rising above
the endless hills
a simple incision
clears a path for a
laser-guided blade
to reshape my mind
and redefine my life
as I lay awakening
to blinding whiteness
the pain I once knew
vanished with time
that never existed
july two thousand thirteen
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