Frankincense and Myrrh

 Burning frankincense and myrrh incense...
Seems appropriate...
'Tis the season
And all that...
Just settling in
After setting up a room...
The new home...
Turns out
There was actually 
Room at the inn...
Silence,
But for the cooling fan
Of a projector...
Two layers of futon on the floor...
Enough pillows and fleece blankets
To make a 
Comfortable nest...
The wall is the tv
Or the pc monitor...
Just like the hallucinations
I had
When I was 
Waking from a coma
In an ICU...
Thought that a computer monitor
Was being projected on the wall
In front of my bed...
I thought the O2 monitor
On my index finger
Was the mouse...
Every night
I could have sworn
I was surfing the net...
Checking Facebook...
Shit-posting memes...
But,
In reality,
None of that was happening...
Even argued with a few nurses
About it...
They were probably warned
That I would be nearly delirious
Now...
I have that wall computer
If I want it...
There was a good amount of time
That I thought...
Maybe I never woke up from that coma...
This is all just the mind
Dreaming a reality...
And I'm still on that table,
Plugged full of tubes,
On a ventilator...
Like the end of
Repo Men, 2010 movie...
Google it...
And the dream keeps going...
Moving and morphing...
Twisting and dancing...
An episodic odyssey...
Moments like pearls
Strung together
Into a choker...
Wrapped around
Like a serpent...
The quest for knowledge
Of good and evil...
How can we understand something
If we've never touched it?
Never experienced it?
Right now,
I am experiencing Christmas
In my own way...
Its chill...
It has its rewards...
It's a kind of meditation...
I feel strangely 
Content...
I feel like
Every little thing
Is going to be alright. ..