Electron Paralysis

orbiting chronos freeze

suddenly we are still

carbon dioxide crackles

and the room begins to breathe

it’s all too close now

all too real

growling on my neck

carving scarlet zeros on my chest

no

I will not succumb

this is not

this is not

this is not

who I am

protons warm the core as music warms my soul

lifted by the waves crashing against my ears, allegro prevails

but then falling

tumbling down ancient stairwells

held captive and beaten by personal ogres

I have to remember

floating through oceanic corridors

pianissimo in A major

that what we choose becomes what we are