the compression before, that space of time feels as though some many limbed being is placing their many fingers into the many folds of my brain
and pinching light like picking up a dim dragonfly between index and thumb then the tribulations are over and they retreat themselves from my mind
it is the difference between plunging a fork into a cake not done and five minutes later
first the crumbs cling to fork and then the cake is returned and the oven continues throwing heat into every cake particle
the fork comes out clean with no trace of crumbs just like how i forget so easy the many limbed being