Original Archival Recording of My Heartbeat in Your Presence

That biological espresso shot, 

Flung from the cannon of my body into itself:

A massive shattering of wood on concrete.

Wrecking ball velocity, 

Unhindered by it's obstacle, like a bullet 

Through styrofoam. 

Ventricles, power-washed with 

Cortisol and epinephrine, contort loudly 

In one violent gearshift.

Pupils dilated eons ago, 

Monstrous expanses of time, 

Probably at least 12 to 13 seconds.
They knew to keep a safe distance.

A moment of quiet,

Meteorological silence, devoid of barometric pressure

And then a second crash:

An implosion of emotional crisis.

Even in a controlled demolition,
The building has no idea what's going on.

How strange 

To be completely supine and still require 

The full structural range of skeletal muscle exertion,

Tensing almost as if fighting against 

The possibility of collapse.