My mind sucked into the funnel of a mental
tunnel, eyesight going and ability to prioritise
gone; even the beautiful thought deserting
me; nothing left – is this, perchance,
a taste of death?
Have to practice a positive setting of con-
sciousness, cannot enter non-physical with
the mind stuck in reverse or neutral; this
migraine and general malaise is the pits,
all mental preparation
Should shift the receiver antenna; but no;
still receiving only white and red noise
through the waves of air, caught in a
motionless moment; the mind empty,
stopped time sequences
I hate this lifeless timelessness when the earth
stops turning for me, these quiet periods when
nothing happens in my head, I always suspect
my brain is dead and burial is all
that’s left!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem