Monday, February 6, 2012

FRACTION

FRACTION

Where once the pain

Was uniform

And universal,

Now synapses transmitting signals

Are scattered—

Many pieces,

Separate sources of energy:

The souls of my feet,

The soft tissue behind the knee,

A blood vessel in my left hand,

The scab on my little finger

From being scraped against the wall:

Each source has its own clock,

Separate triggers,

Varied cycles.

Each fraction becomes its own whole

As the body ages and the great clock

Leaps forward tick after tock.

Pain becomes normal:

Peace the exception

And not the

Rule.


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