iron

feel the iron bar clinched in your fists. the nubs of texture providing non-slip grip. lift the loaded bar of the floor. let out a grunt and roar. you have deadlifted 315-pounds and it feels good.

warn

warnings of distant concern echo across the chasm of my conscious. the corpus callosum that separate left and right hemispheres. the echoes fade and the lack of warning is more ominous than the warning itself.