Suspension
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"Sometimes we find ourselves in situations beyond our control. Well, I do!" - Allen Ansell Daytime. Nighttime. Sometime. There is no light to say, no sounds to help me gauge. I stare into the darkness trying to ignore the remnants of long passed images that flit aimlessly across my brain. Trying to gain that foothold to fresh territory inside my head, in that place where there is only possibility, only potential. Beyond the door. Beyond. Where there is life and light; where angels ply their trade… the game of chance is played: lives are balanced, like mine, between one heartbeat and the next; sustained by dripping salty fluid and eased with numbing additives - ‘analgesics for ill mannered pain’ - oozing into bodies that have somehow become unwound. I wonder ... Who decides which way? Who sustains the darkness and who brings light? Should I step forward one more time? © Allen Ansell 2007, 2023
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