Godcomplexity or Panic Attack (Zante, 2012)
I lounging lay,
One hazy day,
On holiday,
Idly watching,
People on vacation,
When all at sea,
It came to me,
These things could be,
But figments of
My imagination:
The sea, the sand,
The sun, the sky,
The air:
All of my creation;
And, quite distraught,
Upon that thought,
I felt and fought,
The urge
To leave
My body lying,
In view that I,
Forever high,
Might spirit - fly,
Unwittingly,
Gravity - defying,
Above it all,
Away from you;
And I,
Felt like I was dying.
From such despair,
I watched them stare,
But didn’t care,
My sanity,
To lunacy nigh ceded,
I leapt and fled,
In untold dread,
And lay abed,
There waiting,
In want of help, unheeded:
The air con breezed,
The waves,
Gradually receded…
That time behind,
These days I find,
I’m much inclined,
When fear
Of expiration
Comes a calling,
To take a seat,
Go with the beat,
Endure the heat,
That is to say,
It’s far less appalling,
For after all:
If here’s a stage,
Then who can stop
The final curtain falling?
