Perils of an Infernal World
It’s been a long time
Since I knew pain like this.
Maybe I never have.
That’s how it feels, anyway.
The slightest “wrong” motion
Activates the knife that slices through muscle
And mind—oh, yes, mind—
And that, of course, is the more serious issue
Since “muscle strain, probable tendinitis” will eventually run its course;
But the mind, out of its primordial fears that the slightest discomfort signals
Death itself,
Turns every annoying agony into fully developed existential angst,
And in such manner makes its own hell.
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Oh yeah, good poem
death can be a good companion
riding in the passenger seat
then looking through windshield from your right shoulder then just driving you wherever you want to go
I can feel that knife slice. Powerful image. I feel the anxiety too.
But the mind, out of its primordial fears that the slightest discomfort signals
Death itself
The anxiety is real.
“primordial fears”: good phrase