Out Of Body Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Relapsing into a coma of sorts, only this time on purpose,
in a design, just trying to replicate what happened before.

Many concepts and puzzle pictures are forming a picture of
unanimous decisions, contouring themselves to coded rhythms.

Precious, priceless and treasured with this interior atmos-
phere where they're nourished, grown and blossom.

Wonder and thought joining curiosity in depths of intellect,
voicing melodies and harmonies of distant equations.

Always analyzing chemical formulas, bringing self into this
coma-like stupor to find it's answers, wanting to know how
it happened.

Not liking the fact that I didn't know anything, being out
of body and gone, just looking down at myself then finding
myself in heaven.