Dead
Blind
A zone without range
Empty
Void
We cross it each morning
Cursing and laughing
We wait
Calmly
Patiently
For life to
Beat
again
And it does
Always
it does
But
there are
times
Other times
The underworld
Arises
without warning
Signals disappear
Signs are misconstrued
Codes long broken become
Impenetrable
And we are
Lost
Until
From the left
A light
A faint
Blue
Pulse
A dichrotic throb
As though
doubling
Might make the difference
And so it does
So
something
does
And the impasse
Dissolves
Fades
Passes
into memory
Becoming nothing
more
than the shimmering penumbra
of a once
intractable
Pain
©sdrogers 20 june 2015
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