Death in a computer dock

I'm stuck inside the heat

of this heartbeat's

slow tick…

I saw death on a computer screen,

how fragile

and meaningless

each motion: sand swept into a wave

to settle again

like this body when it dies…

So where did I

start and where

does this dust settle

after clocks

erode my foundation…

Let's suppose

I am a projection

of a body in motion

and like the finale

of a film

each neuron cluster

will stop firing…

This beautiful picture

of soft grass, endless sky,

Your trapped heat

against mine

will all

Stop.

End of the reel

I walk the entire pier

drop my rod

and jump

.

.

.

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