Sep 22, 2011

Critical moments.

With the ferocity of silver lightning it struck
A heart condition besieged
My entire body, electrodes racing
Like magnetic waves
Overturning in a moment
A life that was stoically sustained
That was precious to hold
Twisted into a precarious trauma
Thrashed with a ruthless passion
Onto an intense threshold
A limp, flimsy rag flung into the air
With little intrinsic control or power
Reckless of the consequences

Nothing seemed to matter too much
Nor too little in the wider scheme of things
There is a proverbial method in everything
Pristine and inviolable, unquestionable
In its inevitability
In a reluctant surrender to a condition
Mortal and intense.

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