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Session 2
Even though an electric current
Is flowing through my hands, almost pulsing
In my fingertips, I don't feel torrents
Of energy beaming or embossing
In my nerve endings. Instead, I feel numb,
Disconnected from the signals in my
Synapses, unaware of what's become
Of each sensation and how to reply.
The tissues binding around my bones are
Tense and petrified. They're too tight to touch—
To grasp for perceptions that seem so far
From my body, vanishing past my clutch.
If only an impulse could control me,
I could release all my stored energy.
poem
by
Tim Stensloff
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