It’s strange to taste feel smell see hear
Perceive with every fiber and atom that

Life, life surely goes on, the earth twirls
Drunken tilting on its axis a flirtatious
Ballet around the sun barely containing
Its stellar fury and magnificence…

A grand theater unfolds in the quiet
Of this or that thought, tear, punctured
Hope and other such small miscellanies
That one sweeps under the rug or not

Strangely, strangely I want to gather up
All the pieces and shove the elephant
Into the arms of another and, for just a
Moment, see the room stop spinning so…

Forgive me, I want
The world to pause
When mine brakes.