Numb

by SpittleRattle

Poised
But no thought emerges.
Lost, vacant and numb
I followed my existential axioms
To the vanishing point.
Dots to infinity
……………………………………………………………………………………………………….. 
with the lack of insight.
Tautological circles of crushed chalk protect me.
I go into spin mode and witter about the whether, or not.
Remember some platitude or indiscretion from the job.
Or some trivia or distraction,
Or throb.
Some chemical or fraction,
To take my mind off the possibility of acute myocardial infarction.

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