Shir Poetry: Still... still.

Still,
Apart from breathe.
Around me turns a world
yet,
I am still.
Eyes,
locked forward
Bound in an empty gaze.
Because my eyes 
while clearly open,
cannot see.
Engulfed inside a sea of sounds once meant for notice
I hear,
not one.
While the touch of flesh against my skin
makes me whole,
and I am numbed.
So still I am
I do not feel that I am not. 
Slowly rising,
Slowly falling.
Fused into the space where I belong-
a perfect fit.
Still,
in this place,
Still,
like this.