Acceleration Jung Ho Han
There’s a moment before the sun rises,
The anticipation before the circus horns,
When I can feel signals from numbing skin, A red alert, the shot rings out,
The starting gun of an unstoppable race, Peanut crunching crowds cheer,
The acceleration of a kaleidoscope, The grinding down or a piling up,
Dizzying recursion, an avalanche of eyes
Digital conductors, the spasm of phones, It’s a blur, a blast,
Run faster, aim higher,
There’s words to write, to write to breathe, An asthma attack of alarms, And then,
An exhalation,
Precious seconds, before a continuation, A finger-worn keyboard taps away, Under clouds of chloroform gray.
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