Large lightning bugs sit suspended
Mid quiet crack of illumination
Shining out over empty white lines.
People sit cocooned in metal
Faces turned down
Necks craning over
The pooling blue light
In their lap.
Looking for something inside of themselves reflected back.
Motors idle
Like minds.
The only sign of life -
Tap -tap - tap - tap
Next - next - next - next
Like an irregular heartbeat
On a cardiac arrest patient
Brief moments of life pass every few seconds between taps
None worthy of more attention, not even their own.
This. This is the great withdrawal.
Playing out in cars, on ships, at desks, on couches, in airplanes.
The only light (taking life)
Is the square (endless night)
When will
The great squares of lightning come down upon our common chest
To shock our eyes open
To force us to look up
At the light of the moon
And gasp
BREATHE
BREATHE
BREATHE
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