Death? Birth?

Have you ever lived a moment
That time left behind
Leaving you stranded
Standing stone still
No Air will fill your lungs
Not a Sound will pass your lips
Senses utterly fail
Sight blurs to a kalidoscopic smear
The chipmunks are on speed
Singing X-mas songs in your ears
Day and Night fade to a twilight dawn haze
Conciousness races inward
Chasing the last firing of a synapse

Jack Baldwin
date unremembered