James Dickey - Page 18. lyrics

Before I made a move, though, I sat for maybe twenty Seconds, failing to feel my heart beat, though at that mo- Ment I wanted to. The feeling of the inconsequence of what- Ever I would do, of anything I would pick up or think about Or turn to see was at the moment being set in the very bone Marrow. How does one get through this? I asked myself By doing something that is at hand to be done was the best Answer I could give; that and not saying anything about the Feeling to anyone. It was the old mortal, helpless, time- Terrified human feeling, just the same. I had had a touch or Two before, though it was more likely to come with my Family, for I could find ways to keep busy at the studio, or At least to seem busy, which was harder, in some cases, than Doing real work. But I was really frightened, this time. It Had me for sure, and I knew if I managed to get up Through the enormous weight of la**itude, I would still Move to the water cooler, or speak to Jack Waskow or Thad With a sense of being someone else, some poor fool who Lives as unobserved and important as a ghost, going through The only motions it has