This post was inspired by Viktor Plotnikov’s choreography, Arvo Pärt’s brilliant composition (I recommend clicking here to listen along while you read), and the enigma of the comatose.
listless in every sense,
a state of chronic quiescence.
explicitly numb and seemingly unaware of all circumstance,
dormancy has never existed so overtly.
deafened by cryptic disfunction,
inanimated without consent,
involuntarily absent from existence,
this paralysis solicits no invitation.
an aleatory boarding onto
a train with no destination,
no schedule, and no track,
only its passengers are bound.
the persistent innominate “they” say
ignorance is bliss, but
only those who constantly travel
without ever advancing know:
enlightenment exhales elation.
so rhythm compensates,
and euphoria hangs in the balance, where
our passengers gently swing,
sweeping in the space between.
poetry by me, photo by Madeline Issa.