Incoherence

When I came upon myself, there was nothing to be seen.  All was dark and dreary, not the dimmest light would sway about.  Darkness surrounded me like an ooze, and the dampness of the now audible rain struck my nostrils as to grant a slight perception of reality.  Still I wondered:  How knew I of darkness if light did not appear?
This question haunted me, and so forth it could not be forgotten.  I am eager to reply.

Eyes open.  Blurry, all.  Bright light, mild pain.  Not limited to imagination, to senses.  Shapeless mass of uncountable fingers.  Dismantled rainbow.  Blue behind.  Yellow aside.  Tangled forms. Miles, inches, ounces?  Warm sheets, cold floor.  Water.

Holy shit, the next bus leaves in five.  Gotta go, hope I don't get late.  Oh no, I can't believe it, I gotta pass by the bank.  No, not this again...  Why won't it move, for crying out loud!  Great, to top it off it's raining, isn't it swell?  Should I take a cab or the subway downtown?  Argh, I'm late already, what difference does it make?  Shit, it's my ass on the line.  God dammit, not again, not another late shift, not another twenty-page report, aaaargh!!

Water.  Warm food, soft couch.  Miles, yards, feet, inches.  Clear forms, clear colors.  Yellow on top. Blue nowhere.  Five fingers, one remote.  Patience.  Not limited to senses, to imagination.  Dim light, excrutiating pain.  Blurry, all.  Eyes close.

As I came upon myself...