dead

dead
for 10 minutes
on a Thursday
lungs still
breathing
heart still
pumping
brain disconnected
a hovering
foil covered balloon
string tied
around my finger
combating lapses
of memory
I want
to let go
cherish these
surreal pieces of
free form floating
indigestible data
my head aloft
dead on it's
living anchor
the world still
moves
and I don't
want to care