The Zone

Skull
Stacked on
Bone
Stacked on
Bone
Stacked on
Bone
I sit
Hollow tonight
Stimuli stirring slight
Blowing right between spaces
Of ribcage and pelvis
Cavernous cavities
Echoing empty
But
A few bits of meat
And random stray nerves
Sway and fire
Enough
Just to register
Itches, ideas, sirens, and incense
But soon
They pass through
Disappearing and leaving
Still
Some leftover pieces
Of once working systems
And I am again
Skull
Stacked on
Bone
Stacked on
Bone
Stacked on
Bone
In the skeletal zone

a.r.

skeleton_by_allisonchinartSkeleton by allisonchinart
from deviantart.com

Born from my attempt to describe to someone what my “zone” feels like during what might be called a “good meditation.”

~ by April on March 18, 2014.

2 Responses to “The Zone”

  1. Extraordinary

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