halcyon state

my necklace is swinging in pulses on my chest
cause and effect of the rhythm of my heartbeat
where the silver lays across my jugular
hanging taut with gravity
the only movement in this moment
the rest laced in stillness
elbow on thigh
arm raised to meet lowered forehead
hand crooked like Atlas
to hold the weight
of the world
in my head.
the beautiful angle
symbol of a beautiful decline
yet still,
while still,
zen state is unapproachable.
thoughts like an elephant graveyard
a place they ceremoniously went to die
but encased in the remnants
are the memories of when they were still alive.
neurons fire
a pattern is recognized
as they are, i am
still.
alive.