Between trembling and milking and bonding,
In the interval of surface and current and attention,
Impulse slips through the boundary of cognition while ambiguity dips below the technicality.
As hollow permeates the in-between of notion and motion,
We wander through the chamber of floating perception,
Void vomits emotion.
Uncertainty proliferates intuition.
Discomfort permits gratifying tension.
We are playing
In this task machine.
The Fleeting Moments 