Pulse.
And a beat.
And a rhythm.
And it hits, and it deepens.
And there’s a continuation there.
And deep in the background there’s another tick.
And it keeps going and going and going and going and going.
And you take another step forward and another step back and your hips do something novel.
But then there’s a hitch.
And your foot moves the wrong way, the tendons in your ankles saying something is wrong.
And you don’t quite fall down but you probably shouldn’t stand.
And the beat continues, persists, it ignores you.
And it falters, and you stumble.
And the world keeps going.
And you stop.
And it stops.
Pulse.