Feels like I’m unplugged today.

twenty centuries of stony sleep

that’s what it feels like i’ve got in my head
right now, facing the blank screen. a buzzing
nothing, the color wheel of death, suspension
of the operating system. just an odd inability

to clear the current moment, to complete
the routine. i could be stuck in an infinite loop,
some typo in the program keeping me
from compiling. maybe there’s so much shit

in my brain there’s no room for more. memory
full. if this limbo wasn’t a welcome interruption
in the overheated revisions and subroutines
spun by previous updates, i’d be more alarmed.

instead, i’m going to relish this . . . . . in
the usual functioning of . . . . . to . . . . . . . . ..