aftermath & hearts unrestarted (OCT -71 P.A.)

J: be good
P: is what his mom texts him that afternoon, to be received simultaneous to the very moment of eureka's shock
like it was sent just long enough before the bolt for perfect synchrony re: clocks
indeed, the SMS arrives at the same millisecond the lightning does
motes of a feather alit on electric wings together inbound resonating at frequential sameness
in between his heartbeats they sneak in and jolt the boy fresh off his former springs
give his circuits neurochemical some new beginnings
& at the second interval tween the ill beats his phone alerts him to a new Lil Beastie in the area as he's flying over lengthwise curved across the earth's surface, celestial descent with impact impending
he knows nothing in the fall
unconscious and jittering
but his phone will not be ignored
ignorant as it is of every other thing that's happening
incessant bleats the undue connection
K: look out! A wild voltspider appeared
(feeds on data; churns out webs of gorgeous pulsing rainbow byte-strung strongest silken networks by which one voltspider hopes to attract another & swing forever w/them in tandem)
P: he reads none of these digital debris, scattered shrapnel cross his torso
& the buzz remains unrecognized within his chest as he falls back to earth
it beeps again, and again, like every ten seconds
even as he impacts and is discovered & subseq. carted by the doctors off to hospice
it does not stop; still goes,
his phone does,
w/the triple acquisition of unknown notifications waiting impatient
to the point of almost churlish, how repeatedly it beeps
any other corpse would be annoyed
but unbeknownst it is the only force that keeps his body borderline the vivid side of deadly thresholds

C: he's been unplugged from life save this readymade makeshift pacemaker, keeping a regular beat to return to as arrhythmia dances dangerous around his circuits
as he goes through the inpatient services
the doctors having couriered the unresponsive jolting corpse still lightly shaking in its metal extradermal sets to YPI's medical center
where they peel away the sheets of sandwiched atoms from the body of the boy
and find still nestled next to his aortae—separated only by a thin layer of frocket cloth—
this old phone w/LED light blinking tunelessly: unread notifications still waiting
and it would stay that way while they work and they pray (doctors not nearly as agnostic as they promulgate) that this kid will remain tethered here [meanwhile in the head of leroy] L: i am awake and frozen
and wondering just why i was chosen to be shocked
or how i brought it on myself
but tremendously i feel, like, revitalized
i can see from outside i look deadish but inside i be heartier; more alive than i was
and accordingly
with all this golden sight that's been afforded me
it seems the life of just a boring ho-hum-drum bro i want to only live no mo'
i no longer want to be not in charge and not remembering the things that happen to me
i am too happy too far deep in life to not want to keep a log by now of all the pavlova I unpack one petapacket at a time with millisecond flashes
Because what I dance with (in this hot pink empty mannequin discotheque) is unseen and miniature howitzers of quantized feeling
Thought grenades of electric webbery shot lengthwise z*y*x
Infinitesimal spit bombs making mockeries of what we'd priorly optioned as a reasonable scale
i am believing the world to be at the fundament uncertain until it is touched in a miniature dimension
Now it's too small to be controlled both healthy and hale in all directions so we give up one kind of spin to understand the one position we now seem to be in
And to switch frames of reference means a reckless endangerment to the phonon entanglement that had a moment been in present tense
To random edges so then we do turn and bend like quivering willows
Hoping without end to spend eternity upon this riverbed in perfect symbiosis
Sun and seed and water mediating in between a reverberating stream of life from up to down and back again
So variations on the theme abound down from pure sentience (i.e. a self+entangled kind of being) to the simplest prototypical prokaryote
every being searching fervid for its own kind of meaning
Theories abound as to how we (anything) can think
what it means to be an anything that knows you are just that, and can be
but what happens when there's too much going on in a me for the rest of it to handle
overly active neurons firing too strong 
i have been overcome
i feel (with that volting stroke of genius) i can see the next level of slightly infiniter consciousness
a place where i can remember everything
and boy does it smell like

bzzt

P: code black black code code black
but he is already shocking to touch; alas/alack
so realistically
M: [in tandem several doctors now begin to think]
P: it probably don't make much sense to keep this up
i.e. the defibrillator may be too much
but what's the opposite of unresponsive
how do you dull someone's output down to normal levels
where can we put all this excess electric energy

[meanwhile in the head of leroy]

L: i feel overly self-regnant
as if for once i can flip switches and control everything that is connected to me
like i know how to turn thinking into an exertion of force over the large dynamic system that i sit within
i am realizing this great power
but i'm not sure what to do with it

R: the doctors stand around him
huddled and debating what to do with this too-galvanized-for-his-own-good fellow
vibrating now so light and fast he looks drawn w/ blurry edge laid in the hospital bed
they exchange fewer words than semiotic glances
telegraphic flashes
seeking unexpectable answers from each other's eyes
saccadic tango of communal dancing
P: should we try and just let him resonate it all out
K: would he die from that
and if so, how 
T: where does one turn w/questions of natures inexplicable

[meanwhile in the head of leroy]
L: i should ask google

M: then debate is ended 
uncertainty deleted from the considered equation
when leroy makes his movement
he extends his hand into his frocket
grabs his phone
tangibly there is an energy transfer to device from boy
& as he shares the juice there is a noise

bzzzzttt

T: all the doctors jump
& then take double glances at the heartbeat chart in tandem
suddenly the rhythm has returned to an interval of regular inner tympanic clenching and oozing
on the inside of him something has happened
his atria stop their frantic haptic dancing
hazard triangles cease blinking interrobangs within his cavities
normal mortal sequences of submolecular synaptic transfers begin to ramble thru his brain again
all this unbeknownst to those outside the former corpse
and is barely knowledge for the one inside the black box itself
M: curious, the RNs lean over to see what went down w/the phone
leroy clutches it so tight there leaves a marking on his hand of 
once unblemished upon arrival, now the screen has a diagonal crack 
in the upper lefthand quadrant
leaving the corner broke & iso-/triangulated
like a dog ear; floppy in a well-loved kinda way
and it is pulsing polka-dotted stripes along the crevice
some rainbow lines dividing the slice of electric pie from the rest of the bezel
other than that, the screen is all black 
nothing to be seen out of the ordinary relative to how a phone should act
in terms of physical appearance
R: leaving these docs pretty relieved, if also quizzical 
that this little square could provide what the kid needed to survive
was the change real & physical or only imagined in their collective unconscious?
was it a true bzzt they all heard? does it matter in the grand scheme of the world?
M: racing thoughts turn out neural twists in a tie:
as long as whatever happened worked, and the boy did not die
i.e. if the digital trick was a mirage or not, w/the results they are, like, totally fine
it could have been magic, but no matter what he just survived
his pulse now stabilized–
K: they leave 
dissolve the picnic and return to their regular medicinal shifts
stunned, a bit, are most, to have come so close to holding witness 
on a body digging its own grave 
to being unwilling participants in one man's accidental death
the hollow, muted rave of voltaic throes rhyming at jagged angles with itself 
they'd rather not think more on it, if it can be helped
so they start to get over the event, and eventually the memories relent

P: & in turn so does leroy return from the quiescent wild west
his fall is halted not too far from where the sun might've set
w/ a little help from his little friend, he is brought back

[leroy sits up and looks generally more alive]

L: i feel lively like never before; my soul's been refreshed
i am ready

P: he is thinking but for sure will not say to any save himself

L: to take on life's next challenge; to get to its next step
and i am realizing it should start with that ivy i saw
round the tree trunk, purple curls, royal blossoms 
something in their snarl