Pause!

The emptiness
hammers another nail
into my chest.

My fingers dance
of their own volition,
weaving intricate patterns
in the empty space
between the focused
and the unfocused.

The strength in one hand
transferred to the other
with painful insistence,
squeezing the poison
from my system.

And still they dance,
flittering across the universe
on wings of bright light,
swimming in the babbling brook,
fluttering through the night sky
with the warm terror,
the little demons.

 Waiting.