The Discorporated Man
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at first
I thought I was dead
I thought
so this is what death is like
you feel nothing
you see though
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because I could see
I figured I wasn’t dead
I held my hand up
I couldn’t see myself
not even a reflection
not even that lame
blurred outline
like they use in movies
I wasn’t transparent
like glass
because you can see glass
I wasn’t there
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I could feel my skin
but all I could do was touch
I couldn’t hold
couldn’t grip
I couldn’t feel the air around me
yet I knew was standing on the floor
it was solid under me
I didn’t know if it
wooden carpeted earth
well I saw it was wooden
I knew I was here
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outside
no one could see me
they didn’t walk though me
but somehow
around me
I could touch them
but not feel them
they didn’t feel me
not even a sight breeze
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I went to the office
no one sat in my cubical
the office manager
asked where I was
I could heard myself answer
she didn’t hear me speak
I was present
I wasn’t there
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I was breathing
I could feel my heart beating
I was discorporated
and I liked it
TOpoet 