Peach

Get out of your head, onto your feet.
It is muscle memory needs built; taut
syllogism yields us precisely nothing.
Mere talk of u-turns won't turn you
around. It takes more neurons firing,
further down. Let your body issue
orders, for once. Drop to your knees,
sink your hands in soil, and let the
sweet rot of life from death tell you
what to do next. Submit. Un-know.
This is your shot: rewire from below.
Rescue your near-severed head from
the oblivion that awaits its untethered
ascent. Here is a peach. Take, and eat.