Anesthesia

“The Pain Inside” by WF Lishinski

sleep of a sort

induced chemically

tunnel of light

growing smaller

and smaller

the visible world

in extruded distortion

pulled thin through

a long slender straw

colors flowing

like liquid at speed

swirling tight

tiny rainbows

aswim with grim faces

that race along

moving too fast

to at last become

recognized

menacing laughter

accompanies

noise of machines

breathing in

breathing out

all the light now

reduced to a pinpoint

as somewhere below

knife and sawblade

are felt dully cutting

this body who

came here reluctantly

wanting no more

but receiving much less

than a far too long

truant experience

sweet painless peace