Trapped Between Moments

The inability to move,

paralysis of will.

Trapped between moments in a busy world

that has no time to stop and notice one

silent, immobile drone.

As if in living eulogy,

to testify.

“Yes!

                – I was once alive!”

So statuesque,

so perfect.

Like an unuttered threat,

or a scream of orgasm

caught in the throat.

Is it indecision,

or inability

that holds this frozen form?

Or is he just

trapped between moments?

A creature of the past

that cannot exist

in a present

that looks only forward.

A fish out of water,

in a time of amoebas.

 

HG – 1995-2000

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