A slow beat of drum
Defibrillating
The murmurs of
A heart happy
Waning
Happy in its vehicle
Content at rest
No rush to wax
This numb protest
Lying in motion
While space moves
And iron lungs fade
Away from view
Time in slow drags
Like savoring cigarettes
To make numb the
Knowledge of context
Floating on the Amazon
Of fitted sheets and
Goose-down feather
Filled pillows
Pressure makes buoyant
Drum beats and thoughts
Rewaken while
Palpitations grow
Numb and content
From lips flow
Relaxed breaths
Of losing awareness
To bathe in water
Like the briney beds
Of depriving chambers
Let slip toxicity
And let murmurs rule
Content
Over a willing vehicle
Numb to the cruel
Beating without reason
To the drum beat tune
Not rising
Yet falling to new heights
Numb
Content
Detoxifyed
Consume Reality! 