Put it on ice
at first
to keep the swelling down.
Pain masked
is the absence of pain. The mind
is both
trickster
and patsy.
Play.
It’s game.
It will throb.
Talk like an auctioneer
over it. Back up and run
like a diesel
locomotive
over it
again.
Keep turning
over
it until
it’s tilled under
and at last
pulse reclaims its place
as the beat
that drives
this rig.
Shannon E. Williams 
Having once taken the plunge the situation that preceded it becomes obsolete which a moment before was alive with malignant rigidities
w.c.williams