The ITness
It. Now alert
It. Now important
There is nothing else. It
Why does It cry so loud
Why does It become so critical
Crucial to my survival
Survive to the moment beyond the now
The now that is slower than slow can be
The angst, the pang, the unsaid
The seen, the hidden, the visible
Why does it have to be read
Why does it have to be understood
Why does it have to be consumed
Like food that doesn’t stay
Like the ice that can’t still
What is this weight
Why is this pull
Gravity feels lighter
Yet towards no particular mass
The slicing, the smacking, the hinting
The total glaring wreck of my common sense
Piecing and reforming under the rush
The gust, the blurt
The yank, the snuff
Cauterize, amputate, dissociate
Where did the peace from the moment past
Why didn’t it stay where I left it
The loss, the search, the find
The stop, the dawn, the conceal
Can it return?
“Only if I want It to”
What nonsense!
The reverse, the retrieve, the regret
Searching for the next moment
The next is now
The search no more
Not for the next anyway
