the moment of suspended animation, the absolute clarity, pitch perfect silence & sound-there, right there, you can almost see it all in its entirety.
i had moments like this, walking home often times late at night, often times in the fall, the wind would whip and there was some sort of crackle.
everything became vivid, i was surrounded, immersed, engulfed, i can feel the snap of a leaf, the groove between two slabs of concrete in the sidewalk.
and it was wonderful and real, for once, i was aware, i was it, i was this, i was a part of this and i was nothing, all the details pressing in, pressing thru.
and i disappeared save for the seeing, the breathing, the hearing, the being, the moving about, panorama perspective without the vertigo just sheer fear.
where am i? where am i? where am i? i don’t see myself in any of this.