Migraine

I spent yesterday in bed with a migraine:

Enduring, I accept the marching dark
where goosesteps strike, igniting sharp-edged stars
in shadow columns, rhythmic while they arc
away and back: a cyclic cross that jars.

It pulses pain. A fist or palm pressed hard
against that eyebrow socket only starts
a flood of flashing action replays, marred
by spliced in should-have-could-have blueprint charts.

Conveyer crossroad belts of blanket shade
return to jolt my head and I regain
awareness of two legs. They've moved, obeyed
some instinct - scissor shifts - I felt the strain.

My robot limbs are magnetised in bed,
and gagged volition weighs me down like lead.

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