Staring at the Ceiling

at the top
digital countdown
tenths of seconds
soft blowing winds

below
computer-generated heat
just for a moment
ready to come

out of it now
watch closely
by degrees
almost perfectly still

you twitched
eyes squeezed tightly
shut
below

computer-generated heat
a heart attack
you stop trying to scream
at the top

of your lungs
it will be over soon
a countdown in tenths of a second
like softly blown wind