Frozen Time

Silent. Still.

Horizontal on the coverlet

of ruin.

Tears serenely meander

sallow, sunken cheeks.

Wistful staring

windows of the soul

relive divisions of

existence absorbed.

Heart beating, pulsating

echoes of agitation.

Blood interrogating,

distributing.

Lungs heaving, swelling,

evacuating.

Entirety succoured by umbilical cords

from the womb of High Technology.

The only progress accessible

is seeing,

the white ceiling

the limit of being.

Eyes - solitary gesture sustained

draw down the mechancial shutters.

Encased.

In a prison

of Frozen Time.