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This is a free form exercise I did; I posted it as a poem. Do you tend to dissasociate? It can be an enlightening experience.

Only when you close your eyes
seeing nothing and blind to your surroundings
do you become a part of it.

To realise your place in the world,
come out of it
trascend to heaven
look down from the skies
the stars, even,
and observe with your ears and heart.

You will hear the beauty of things:

The clatter of rubble
as the world crumbles
and life
and death.
The engines of vehicles
the tread of tires on tarmac,
laughter,
yelling.
Feel the wind
as it invades your clothing
sinking its teeth
into your skin -
to the bone.