Detachment is good they say.
Oh to feel anchored in the moment!
Life like the pages of a book...grey pictures and sudden
Even sensations are perceived through opacity.
Neither foothold nor memory
allow a satisfying measure of belonging.
The flow of time ceased
and life's movement is merely seen as though
one appears in many movie frames
all at once.
Would I know when the movie is over?
Would it feel the same?
Thought and feeling through opacity
Photons of light illuminate everything but
why and how to remove
that shield that allows just
half a life.
Pain is distant
and I am not me
to be claimed but how can one?
Locked in yet unmoored,
Neither here nor there.
*Image - www.freedigitalphotos.net; "Vintage Modern" by tuelekza