Lance at Leisure: Sunday Seizure

I have drained all the books which I have read
Emptying what they said into my head
Where all stands stacked and neatly filed away
In readiness for reference someday

But standing in my bathroom this morning
Addressing the porcelain in the thou
Fainting falling backward without warning
I found myself in the cat-box somehow

When the light returned the eternal now
At leisure from an apparent seizure
The glasses I wore were on me no more
But somewhere else entirely on the floor

Once I woke in the emergency room
Lying at attention in suspension
But after this morning's miniature doom
A cat-box instead of a triage bed

I have gone from degraded and confused
To blithely bemused absurdly amused
The day got off to a rollicking start
I give myself to life with all my heart

We think we are so smart and then we find
Though we may be we all are flying blind
You could end up in a cat-box like me
Drained back into books for eternity

+Steven Curtis Lance



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