The Hyper Colony.
I buy my ticket to The Hyper Colony.
Ten minutes travel by doing nothing,
and you can be there.
An onset of paralysis,
disfunction of body,
hands and feet going numb.
My mind closing as the journey progresses,
disconnection from the flesh,
speeding along the route.
Time changing, heart beat quickens,
a lifeline to the past world I know,
to pull me back again.
Each second a myriad of unconnected thoughts,
no common thread.
A lifetime experienced in a heart beat,
visions of places I will never go,
only in my mind.
A multi-mind, pulling together,
this mind has no control over their reality.
A lack of control, one minute to the next,
a watch can be a reliable thing,
if you remember when you looked at it,
a second ago.
Wanting to stop, not wanting it to ever end,
drifting, probing, exploring,
with no pattern no resolve.
Slowing down now, a second is a minute,
a minute is an hour, an hour is a day.
I can see the world through my eyes,
through their eyes, all at once.
Not responding, just watching.
Voices not heard, just felt,
booming at me from an unknown place.
The place I am going back to, why?
Time slows, senses come back,
able to move,
a reluctant re-connection.
Some people will be shocked, not the intention.
(c) 26 October 1998 14:57, Fnagaton.