i pause
of my own volition
i can fight
but what would
good - it will
only lead to another pause
and a pause after that
then another
not of my own free will
so i pack away all the grains of sand
into the floor. one line at a time. until
my finger nails are unrecognizable
and each hand tingles, my less dominant
hand barely usable now - and how it makes me
laugh - as its fingers no longer straighten - without
deep psychological help. each word it types takes time
