I Can't Move

I can't move
Perching on the edge
Of
the desk
Like a precipice

Between life and
death
A thin, inconsequential line
I stare into the
white, and the black
And cannot choose

Feeling only
the wind
Neither hot nor cold
Or perhaps both, at the
same time
I cannot stay

Nor can I leave
I
sit, paralyzed, at the desk
In limbo, like an
afterthought
A cosmic typo

Half correct but still
grating
Liking and disliking
Both flesh and
bone
The frontier 

Of night and day
Is a
deep furrow
And what is true now
Will be untrue
tomorrow

And Vice Versa
For some relief
I
uttered the words
And closed my eyes

For kick
or caress
But no movement came
And hideous
morning
Stands unchallenged still

Love is
destruction
And misery is hope
These life
motors
I cannot control

I can't move,
crushed
Between whisper and bellow
I can't be
alone
But I can't be too
close