The bump

 pulsating up this vein like a bolt of lightening
human history a blinkshot
high speed moment like water through a hose
bursting out on the present like a spray of our reality

this little human experience
a blip on the radar
a worms kick
suddenly your standing talking and pretending to be a person

what a road this is
that we have built
that we wear down with vehicles
like bodies through houses

coursing through those predestined set years
the tunnel of time as it were
then barreling out absorbed by the ground and air
non the wiser