Words are held back,
their unrestrained flow a concern. This anaesthetic releases language freely.
Days later its dream is transported through conversations and landscapes. Which
words to choose and when best to keep quiet? The medical centre brochure says
leave twelve hours, at least, for the anaesthetic to wear off. I read this
silently, avoid driving a car or making decisions. Yet friends say the high can
go on for days. I don’t know what to say. If I speak am I guilty of raving
unawares? Surreal tendencies? Synesthesia? One thing’s certain: it’s December.
I keep this firmly in mind.
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