circuit breaker

if only for a second
leave a pin-sized hole in this cosmic whirlpool
one micro-second is enough
between fires
just a puny pause
so I can squeeze through to
where industries of building a new exception
are somewhat destroyed
where I arrive, another land, another century
raining, breaking
faceless, crumbling soundlessly
without a storm to mark the rite
only a dull faint remembrance
of having forgotten who I am.
to start from there, to stay
for now—
I am still debating if I should buy a chip from the neon city
and hide it in my warmest pocket
and never talk about it
let it burn a hole or two
and fall through
what would it mean
to eat a bug that could dismantle the system,
upset the stomach, what would it mean to start from
a doubt—
and who are you without the maimed pain
that cannot be felt yet always falls like a shadow, never touching,
in the corners, always running breathlessly
without rest or forgiveness—
signs, tags, marks of an outgrown era singed on your tongue
half-naked, lost without the mercy of abandonment
a black pasture, this—an endlessly receding nightmare, this—
look at me moonwalking in the dark, into your arms
the many-headed radiant snakes swimming underwater
flitting away but adamant.
so go on then,
turn any of your faces away
as you hold on to me tight,
and I lonely
and never to be left alone.