Numb is a verb
posing as a state.
It shelters a pupa
from the abrading throat
of daybreak. It allows a wing
to knit
itself
into itself.
This is how to stop
time
while time
ticks on
until sensation returns
which
incredible
as it seems
it always
does.
—
Photo credit: 6legs2many
Shannon E. Williams 
Sometimes I feel I have nothing in common with anyone.
I shamble through the day, dragging my knuckles in the grass,
and each new hour with each new person is a cliff I can’t climb —
yet I know I’m alive now — inside a song as deep as forever,
that stretches to the infinite future and the bottomless past,
connecting every place I’ve lived or nearly died —
and I shouldn’t worry so much about losing what’s most precious,
my simian balance, shaggy fur, bold fleas,
my plentiful fingers and opposable thumbs,
and my curious, glowing, ape-like eyes that still shine
with radiant chaos, wondrous animal calm,
and so much love, for everyone.
“Nothing in Common” by Freya Manfred
One of the great surprises is that the chaos is indeed radiant. Especially when we turn it towards the light.
certainly welcome moments, fleeting as they may be