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Dozing off at neural level in the stoic silence
of shotgun explosion I see small white bubbles
burst in unison as my eyelids succumb to gravity-
a hurricane in timelapse-in between tiny flutters
flames of saturation scorch me in the pit within
amidst wails and unfamiliar shadowplay of time
shape-shifting nightmares pour in swift
thru slits in the hourglass of conscious
Edith Piaf wallows in the periphery
nascent doubt licks stillborn questions
looming over the jagged edged exit wound
I float in the muck of nothingness
Just a cavity-a non-event-no.
Photograph courtesy-Mehmet Turgut
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