A non-deformable three-dimensional
Space
Wraps me around in a tight embrace
As I wake up from a smug daymare of clouds,
Clouds that promised me
A future of a faraway space.
I look around in the vacant room
And see
My shadow talking to the being
That is me.
Homogenous space beckons me
To the world of ether.
Ether. Ethereal.
Divine and heavenly
Or numbs a patient on the table?
I ask and I answer.
One dimensional unilateral Time
Raps me from behind.
I grab my overalls
And set sail towards the twilight zone
Leaving the backwash behind,
For a date with irreversible Time.
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Unsettling and yet somehow comforting at the same time.Which of course is one of the beauties of poetry.Usually in a regular monthly workshop setting,one of the participants will pipe up,”is that perhaps based on a personal experience?” The colloquial term here, for what the poem describes is “being put under” and it certainly resonates with my fleeting memory of undergoing such an experience when I was about 4 years old.
Thank you Louis for the prompt publish and your encouraging comments. All my poems are from personal experiences/perceptions. Yes, I lay “a patient etherised on the table” three months back( how right you are),so my experience, Eliot’s line and a family discussion on Einstein’s theory of ether and light being challenged together gave rise to this poem.
Thanks again for identifying and sharing my experience of ‘being put under’ through this poem.
For a date with irreversible time- experience magnified ….