The Ride: Memoriam For Robin Williams
it starts over in a room so dark you cannot see the hand in front
of your face so you want to get out but you cannot see so you think the
only way out is to disappear by killing yourself and then you are
pushed into a tunnel tumbling over and over to an opening
so bright with blinding light radiant beams that you can see even
with your eyes shut tight and you keep spinning inside your head
and you do not know what you just said but you keep on talking instead
of listening to the voice coming from somewhere you do not care where
then its in your head tingling pumping coursing shaking exhilarating all at
the same time whirling like the dervish you read about in Arabian Nights
but you are not in that exotic place it just feels that way and now you are
dancing in a trance in the middle of a space where sparks are flying
everywhere and it starts over in a room so dark you cannot see the hand
in front of your face so you want to get out but you cannot see so you think
the only way out is to disappear by killing yourself