Myoclonus

Every waking hour, I think about her,

So right now, I’m not.

Right now, I’m on an island, where it is raining carcasses,

And a giant stands in the middle, trying to absorb the sea from around the land,

While I cycle around the periphery, trying to pedal fast enough to shield the water.

Right now, the raining carcasses are hindering my attempts,

And the giant is slashing the throats of more and more people to produce more and more of them,

Which he flings into the air and they shower into the sea and splash the water that the giant collects in his palm.

And he laughs, while I cycle.

And then, I see her.

And I feel the pain.

My foot looks to pedal,

But now, I’m the rain.