Microdosing on Hiatus Madrigal

Sub-therapeutic prep, these administrations
of hours, of day-long stretches

apart that in time will seem mere seconds,
eye-blinks, minute cellular responses

nonetheless true to the stem root, hiare,
to gape, to yawn open, term from anatomy.

Aperture. Rupture. Snow on a wedding
day, suture-less wound, heart-sore, a bed

over which lost light falls, withdraws again.
Then comes back in. Trust the bending.

No scythe, no thief in this physick regimen—
will there be an end to it isn’t the question.

There is no question. And no name
for this drug of us, that unpause, that dram.