neurones fire at will, bar the short burst of quiet during the night watch. days sizzle with electric eclectic eccentricity - a uniquely wired house set to blaze, hang the cost to body and soul.
embers low, the slow enchanting dancing trancing oozes over each wire, dampening the fire, pausing the flow, molten lava-like thoughts unfold.
time stands on tip toe, unbalancing the moment. words dancing in slow motion, winding around the house like an anaconda tightening its grip.
to rewire, or not to rewire, that is the question:
the house free-falling into the grip of the beast or
an induced quiet softening the edges, gaps in time take charge, the anaconda retreats leaving no sound or thought bar the hum of a force-fed transmission.
so chosen then.
Miriam E. Miles
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