The physical act of doing,
For so long has been a sanctuary from thought.
A sudden shock and stand-still brings collateral trauma,
Measurable only to a full speed train meeting an abrupt stop.
Blades of buckled steel pierce indistinguishable flesh.
Damage that transcends quantifiable process.
This is the mire I have escaped to now.
A revelry of reflection.
Photography by Holly Hanson, inspired by the poem