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This sense lasted only as long
As the last vestiges of the limbic
Void remained : soon my vision
Was presented with an integral
Reproduction of the room that
I had known, a facsimile that
No longer reacted to the touch
Of my thought by reconfiguring,
But stood consistently of itself.
    Only half-consciously, I felt
That the headrest against which
I leant somehow acted as a
Buttress for the rear wall that
    Lay out of sight behind me.
The seat and the trembling of
The floor of the carriage were
As foundations that put forth
An abstract support which held
My bedroom in place. The walls
Furthest from me found no
Counterpart, and they seemed
At times to vacillate, and the
Size of the room would not hold.