When his mind perceives itself failing
like an engine questioning its parts
everything stops
and he sees what it will be like when everything stops.
The problem is that nothing stops.
Time does not remain
and terror prompts him to do what he can to be stopped.
And so he keeps setting out
– without keys or money or a plan –
casting himself upon the world, sure that it will come:
the divine hand that reaches down to switch off the engine,
the point of arrest, the rest.