Reality Disconnect

The focused intent of the task at hand fades.
A creeping awareness of the unnatural detachment.
A lone ghost sits observing among the living,
Withdrawn from the pulse of life.

Sounds arrive at a slow pace.
Movement accelerates to twice normal speed.
Instructions fire at the rate of a synapse.
Analysis consumes the identity with purpose.

Free falling from the now.
Terminal velocity in the Zen-like mode.
A mere cursor waiting to channel.
I am, but I am not.

The hum of components surrounds.
The cool caress of plastic and metal.
Warm air circulates on the eternal breath.
Cycles parse, existence replaces being.

Commencing reality disconnect...