Out of My Self

I am out of my Self.
When will I float
back down into my body?

Maybe my Self was removed
when they took out
my un-vital organ
and sewed me shut.

Maybe I threw my Self
to the eager audience
and left it behind
when I went home.

Maybe my Self is in the computer
so I keep staring at the screen
blankly.

Maybe I left me by the water in Verona.

Maybe I'm suffocating
under a mask of meager medication
under layers of skin and fat
that I can't hate or love.

Maybe God has me
and since God is gone
so am I.