Wishing yourself away

Another grey desk day another sift through dusty data blindly searching a worm crawling in earth tasting bitter clays digging for connection mouth always agape no sight no sound no world but the data But this isnt reality Reality will always be violent death stalking coming for you through the silent mists across the barren mountainside the pounding pulse in your temple, your throat the clammy feeling of your hands on that wood the bitter adrenaline taste and the sudden sweet hope