Coming To

I emerged from the deep black abyss,
Of the propofol oblivion,
Sobbing like a newborn baby.
It’s probably not far off,
From the experience of birth.
Everything is dark and still,
And you are nothing,
But floating thoughts,
That haven’t arrived yet.
Then your nine-month meditation,
Comes to a record-scratching end.
You fall down a hole and then,
Every sensation is activated at once.
Ready or not, you are here.

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