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I lost ten hours last week
and that missing time
I had started off
on one of my day hikes
in the Cascades, walking the trail
along Skate Creek.
I had started at 9 a.m., preferring
the loneliness of hiking solo,
and after a few halcyon miles
I remember an odd hum
near a large cedar tree,
then an overwhelming sense of
tingling vibrations, and the next thing
I was fully aware of was sitting
on a wet log in a strange clearing.
It was late, the sun very low in the West;
glancing at my watch it was 7 p.m.
I began to be aware of things, like
my Mariners sweatshirt was on backwards,
both of my thumbs had large coagulated
pinprick bubbles on them,
my head was throbbing,
my body was quivering,
my right wrist had a purple welt
like a pain bracelet around it.
My mind was squirming like
a garden snake under a boot,
but I felt there was some kind
of mental partition between
my self and my short term memory,
then suddenly I shivered violently
as I recalled the dark room,
the large gray faces
and the terrible dead black eyes.
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