2 april

the stance resuscitated
palms open like eyes
arrows drawn back in lines
still is energy, potential
still goes the clock hands
when batteries are done
still are the legs
before the race is run
still but turning
smack goes the heart against the lungs
without direction
even the gulls take motion
thru wind not wing
even the eyes see
beneath the lids of a blink
& with black ink or graphite
or a knife to a tree
even i could live
without standing
with no need to breathe