Statue-still and turgid,
Cordons of sinew snap,
Past the fugue, awake,
To an emergent need.
To shake the tension,
Unclench the fingers,
Loosen the ligaments,
Coax pain from muscle.
Thumbs ran rivulets,
Palms opening wide,
Sending the aching,
Suffering to the sky.
Drawn, as lightening,
Through pins and rods,
Fulgurites burst across
The broadening mines.
Shards of glass shelled,
Burst the earth’s crust
Try to exfiltrate. But dry
Membranes only crack.
Like oaken wasp galls,
Abandoned domiciles
Of paper dogma, hopes,
& nervous energy drift.
Impulses by axons, lift
Like a 747 afore ascent.
Latent, but in each of us
The potential for action.
