The Room Turned

I did not know where I was
And I did not hope to turn
I did not know who I was
I did not hope to turn
My eyes had opened on a different face
My face draped over alien eyes
And I did not hope to turn

A body above the phantom floor
The room itself did turn

Against the sun-soaked soul of night
Against my will
Against the grain
I forgave myself
I closed my eyes
The room turned once again.


Inspired by the haunting voice of TS Eliot, the writing of Jack Kerouac, and an out-of-body experience I had in a Moroccan hotel.

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