The Buckling

the eyes2The Buckling comes in waves.
That clinch or flinch or collapsing in that happens.
It looks physical but it feels more like a shuddering
Of that inner sanctum you can’t seem to control.
That quick expulsion of breath.
The reaching for something to grasp.
The electrical pulsing through the muscles.
Too much energy, not enough.
If I could only sprint and sleep at the same time.

About joegergen

To evoke a smile. That's all. Author of "Methane Wars: A Fable" and "Lear's Fool" as well as various poems and some these painting things as well.
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