I poke at it 2003-08-12

I poke at it.

Slowly, at first
not wanting to set off alarms
thinking along the beginning of a thread
and looking all around

Nothing happens.

A few steps more
suddenly I trip over a buried line
long forgotten, as it was meant to be
and flame erupts

Yet again.

Holding on, still;
feeling out the edges, the breakpoints
and another siren starts to wail
according to plan

Threads drop.

Too late, now
nothing to do but curl and retreat
so the spasms have less room to move;
stepped too far.

Trance won't come.

Eventually, it subsides
another reminder of the strength of Will
recusive interlocks all still there
after these years.

I poke at it...

You ask hard questions, elf.