The ceiling is moving
moving in time
like a conveyor belt
above my eyes
When under ether
the mind comes alive
conscious of nothing
but the will to survive
I lay on the bed
waist down undressed
look up at the ceiling
feeling happiness
Human kindness
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
Human kindness