Dancing
An Empathic beat,
and then a jar
ring pause. The compensation
of sound, to a
dramatic, eye-to-eye
half-blind photocalyse
retreat, the mind’s
illusion of pictures of birth
to this idle stare
to the
ground.
A desire
for loud and chaotic,
an inverse
boom supersonic,
but the quiet
leaves longing.
(but this inner
vacuum of a mannequin
with a hand grenade,)
I let go and
pause.
Author notes
I wrote this in a minute.
