Disassociated for Days

I am diffused,

spread out particles

hanging above my own head,

glittering mites sparkling

in the fresh morning sun.

A cloud of smoker's cough,

a mist of s****y sleep

that refuses to re-enter

my f*****g body. 

I am sitting in this

conference room,

spread across the room,

from ceiling to wall,

when I was commanded to

settle in -

and I was present.

I lay down my weapons,

and ignore the anxieties

of past and future.

I become solid.

I claim my body back.