"No time is passing outside you at all. It is amazing.
The late ballet below is slow motion,
the overbroad movements of mimes in blue jelly.
If you wanted you could really stay here forever,
vibrating inside so fast you float motionless in time,
like a bee over something sweet."
David Foster Wallace, Forever Overhead
The late ballet below is slow motion,
the overbroad movements of mimes in blue jelly.
If you wanted you could really stay here forever,
vibrating inside so fast you float motionless in time,
like a bee over something sweet."
David Foster Wallace, Forever Overhead
A gasp, a wheeze, silicone tears:
How long was I under?
The disorienting brawl of whitecaps,
One dissenting heart-
beat: How much of this
did I ingest? How long
till I forget my own weight;
feel my skin scrubbed
clean by the silver water,
feed my calloused worries to
the doctor fish, dissolve
into silver sky; rise again
as the sun begins to set.
A sweet force, a forgiveness,
a reprieve no one deserves
and everyone ought
to accept gracefully
in their cupped, empty hands.
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