For a moment -
a still moment -
belief flat-lined.
I don't mean belief in gods, myths, or monsters -
that abandoned me long ago.
[Or I abandoned it? Either way, it's gone.]
I mean recognition that there is a world,
and that I know enough to hum along to its tune.
And as I'm listening to the shrill and steady tone in my ears -
[it really was a flat-line, like in the TV medical dramas]
the world snapped back to normality
I almost fell out of the bed.
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