The ceiling is moving
Moving in time
Like a conveyor belt
Above my eyes
When under ether
The mind comes alive
But conscious of nothing
But the will to survive
I lay on the bed
Waist down undressed
Look up at the ceiling
Feeling happiness
Human kindness
The woman beside me
Is holding my hand
I point at the ceiling
She smiles, so kind
Something's inside me
Unborn and unblessed
Disappears in the ether
This world to the next
Disappears in the ether
One world to the next
Human kindness
NB (19.06.13) I just came across this line: "Or when, under ether, the mind is conscious but conscious of nothing -" TS Eliot, Four Quartets, East Coker III, 22. Quite an eye-opener, come to think of it.
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