Running down the list of eventuals

The trivial and the medical

I'm in the clear of everything external - all I control is whatever's left

On a cylinder en route to the sun

Ambivalent miles towards the outcome.

Hard wired circuitry disconnected

Stranded, rearranged, out of range of the source.

Inside the circulation of a volcano 

Slowly humiliating the earth.

All in graphic detail, too dense to articulate or take offense

I reach for the easy answer, merely grasping common sense

I just need better phrasing

Better words, better verbiage

To describe this feeling without futility.

Is this body I am encased in by choice or by default?

Is this the gravity I live under because someone made a bad decision?

Is this a terminal disease, this thing I won't give to you?

Is it trying to eat me clean - 

Unruptured, straight through?