Half his body swept betwixt dimensions;
each hand, dominant and non, grappled
and sought purchase on the available dowry.
First shy of full, second far beyond it; he found
stability through tenseness and extension.
His middle tore as if bitten by its ambiguity.
It flickered like an ailing streetlamp and had
no where to proceed -- and nowhere to remain.
A sudden pull from the fuller left rewound him so
until he was a younger man in a familiar space,
surrounded by many a destructive force -- each
beneath a bright light, emblazoned and
unprepared for his sudden swell of insight.
Whence engaged, they act as beacons toward
some other sort of outcome. Each unique in ways
none could understand without the needed happenings.
All felt and dispatched, all set unto order;
there is now nowhere to proceed but up.