Mesmerized
by the fan
while lying on my bed,
it circles
in expanding loops
my tired mind desperate
to
keep up, keep up, but no,
I fall behind
then, the blades
start to blur
into lines,
rings like Saturn,
I follow mine, expecting a fall,
but they keep on, keep on,
I expect an
abrupt brutal end but
they keep on. I watch until my eyes
twitch,
blur,
settle quiet
into a Trance,
the quiet wind has dried the old tears and
created new ones.
The quiet wind
has stilled my lips
And I am no longer alive as before.
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