An Abduction

[rowens]

In the hours before our day begins,
A film fizzes over the grass
Where an invisible, shining goo
Holds a door that wouldn’t shut.

A hazy quivering, faded trance
Overlaying a vivid song
Takes you back before your time,
Tingling from above—

Remedies behind the closet;
In a vent, outside your walls.
A voice said: “We’re learning to feel..."
That's all it was.

[cidermaid]

Hi rowens,
Probably got this all wrong but this was how I saw this:
The abduction feels like those last few moments of half sleep that are snatched from you as you come to consciousness.
That the door on wakefulness is always partially open, even in deep sleep.
But sometimes a dream is so delicious you linger as long as you can...and then reality breaks in and it is nothing again.

Thanks for the read.

[rowens]

That gets close to the "realm" of this. I have two poems about the same subject. And I revised this one until most of the narrative was gone over to the other poem, so that all that's left of this one is the experience before a narrative is given to it later by logic. This is the raw experience, as recalled by the senses. I'm still working on "Weather Balloon of Riddle", the longer narrative version.

But your way of looking at it is a helpful insight in the right direction.