Lapse Poem by Jeremy Fallecker

My head is pounding profusely, knock knock knock.
The brain residing stirs to the point of unconsious.
Dark rest enters without warning.
Fading, fading a-w-a-y...

...W-h-a-t is this place? I feel of lightness!
I float as though gravity is tired of being!
Those flowers are enourmous and dangerously beautiful!
Warmth all around me, not of the temperature type.
A feeling in my heart of love and caring.
I'm beginning to like it here! I believe I would like to stay.