pining for a moment

 

away

 

a moment away from the tedious clutter

of one’s ragged self

one’s wretched being

one’s displaced identity

 

yearning for a moment

 

away

 

a moment away from the idle banter

of one’s swirling mind

one’s lashed thoughts

one’s squashed form

 

reaching for that moment

 

away

 

a moment away from the tattered now

of one’s chattering shell

one’s raw fractures

one’s false truths

 

attaining that moment

 

now

 

a moment lost in its hollow self

in its empty cacophony

its silent despair

its quivering impotence