When Under Ether

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

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

Silence

All those places
Where I recall the memories
that grip me,
and pin me down.

I go to these places
intending to think,
And think of nothing,
But anticipate.

And somehow,
expect you'll find me there,
That, by some miracle,
You'd be aware.

I'd risen this morning
Intending to break the spell
my longing not to think

I freed myself from my family
I freed myself from work
I freed myself
Freed myself
And remained alone

And in my thinking
I'd steal you away
though you never wanted me anyway