There’s a creeping numbness, a pain buried
deep inside, crystallizing the crises
at that specific point of being ‘I’.
The machine powered down to zero, all
attempts at re-start failed. It takes a jolt
of action to motivate each bone and
sinew, to animate each nerve anew.
To slice in two the status quo, cut clean
through each finely filigreed inertia
of inaction, that energy zapping
zone. Body, mind and soul, desiccated,
drained and dried, ineffable emptiness,
that resounding refrain, nothing forward
nor behind. Just the moment that floats and
lingers, forever living in free fall.
