Kickboxing again. More violence.
Seems to fulfil, clearing clogged arteries and thoughts simultaneously;
in the gymnasium of satisfaction.
Suddenly all is blank, dark,
the power is out.
Waking slowly, bruises, hangover, dull pain are companions.
Piercing light through clinical blinds,
illuminate a mind with little else present.
Slowly, my awakening begins,
recollections of events and self produce
Motionless, but able to move.
A mind searches desperately for the library of knowledge which is me.
Age … precisely unknown,
Location … somewhere in hospital,
Name … nameless,
Family … MIA
Disk failure. Where is the rescue disk?
OK, this joke should end now.
The nightmare of “nothing” begins,
But I am awake.
Terrified but without specific worries,
A past unknown haunts,
not because of its presence, but rather absence.
Deep space traveled through …
If no past, then what future?
Unknown without the momentum engine,
A sail without wind.
All that remains is Now.
Each second to be remembered.
To fill gigabytes of fresh storage.
A solid state drive with no memory loss.
affiliations or clubs.
Because there are none in me,
just the Now.
The presence of each moment.
A hospital room with its noises and smells.
So now I lie here, still human but more so.
Identity stripped completely,
Left for life,
to start anew
in this moment.
The present. Me and my soul alone.
Unseparated and aware.