Twitch

I felt that twitch twirling like twisted pine needles in my jaw. Haven’t felt it in a while. There were days where I felt that jerk pulling my attention, like an invasive incision, notifying my numbed face, to a thing dear. The way a compass always points North, that twitch, only exists in a soul charged electric.

Polarity finds its poles in the unlikeliest of places don’t it? I was near certain magnets stopped working and the laws of physics ceased to exist. In numblessness, I proceeded with the pangs of personal dispossession; aloof I followed stars on brisk nights and even colder ones.

The Dog Star never barked, but never did he fail to light the way. A heart is heated in the crucible of solitude, where only constellations loom and true desires then arise from them. The universe and its mysteries unfold like the unpacking of bubble wrapped glass vases as old as Ancient Sumeria itself. A thing ephemeral and nearly preternatural, like that fresh dew on blossoming Hyacinths in early spring.

Alighted, an earnest heart makes contact with new moons and planets. Martians and distant spider robots, they play their songs and I hear electronic instruments stretch out their melodies. A million electronic stings, like pincer bites, puncture every last bit of surface of my anodized veneer. The raw grit of a person, oxygen touched, chemical transformations truly happen.

Years stashed away between the valleys of weeks, and mountain ranges of months; A breathing heart pulsating with lightyears of hope, unearthed, allowed to breathe, guiltlessly, into free air. It’s that Twitch, that tight clenching of my jaw. My Buttons, my compass points towards a thing again.