Resuscitated!

Consciousness is such a slippery thing
like oil spilled over water.
floating above the primordial activities of our being
I dare dive into sleep
flying in my dreams
Hanging onto the threads of pale moon beams

Like an icicle slowly melting
My consciousness slips away
And I fall into black
Thick gray soup coalesces into a frozen pond
Withered leaves fall dizzily toward the darkness
of my dampened mind

Time stands still for ages
silence shatters the moonlight into crescent particulate slivers
And I melt into the violet rain
There's an oblong arrow pointing into nowhere
I'm already there
Most of us want to know if we are alive
but not this spirit.
Silver nitrate sponge head rest cradles me

SznNaP !
SZnaP !!
Electrostatic defibrillation jump-starts my gelatinous heart
My spine arches violently
explosively I awake into a spectrum of technicolor
and bright light
I thought it was the end
but spirit decided to put up a fight

Consciousness:

Resumed