Seizures of a Friend
I see you
In that place—
Where limbs tremble
Where muscles contract
Where eyes turn white from
Rolling back into that deep
Hollowed black behind your sight.
The eye, fulfilling its orbit, slipping into its
Lonely eclipse. I see you
In that little death
That rushing breath
That streak of sweat
You cannot recall.
That cratered memory
Into which you fall
That instant of sleep
That will be eternity.
Eternity,
that comes for us all.
I see you in that place-
In that Houdini handshake
With death, that Sleight of hand.
You peak over the edge and look
You say you can’t recall too
much, but it is dark and vacant.
