is an anagram for

stress part, and

psst! Sartre!

 

and is also an imperative

to go, and to do, and to keep going and doing without deliberation;

to run forever over burning asphalt without letting any flies rest upon your hands,

until all the breath is sucked out of you,

and not in the wondrous way your lover steals your breath with a kiss,

but like the sudden gasp of plate-shards slashing through your hands

gushing life-blood hot and thick,

and you can't get it back, the breath or the blood or the years running.

wasted, spilled and spoiled,

soiling the floor and the air and time itself.

 

a bleeding wall clock and alarm bell are your weights.

will you ever set them down and sleep?

 

p.s. part-rest,

 

p.p.s. restart.