stopped and started so soon

you hit some kind of impasse
and there’s temptation to be crass
instead get off your ass
and recognise the glass
as neither half empty or half full
but a mirror, temporarily dull

you get up and bringĀ  a renewed vigour
the still life of a nude figure
exploding heartbeat trigger
you come back bigger and bigger
you seize up the dream, the flicker
and everything around you moves quicker