the painfully slow panning
out
it lacks the carefree consistency of smooth mousse that lives in the indies at sundance
it is in fact like wire
silver wire that curls into my back
up into my spine
jagged
wire that makes its way
into the pit of my brain until my skull thuds against the pressure
and there it stays.
every adjustment
a small prick
every prick a reminder
of the eternity it will take
to forget all about your hypnosis.
