A suspended moment

A moment passes not
Clinging to my chest, tweaks
My nose with its fingers that
Seem to give no sympathy, screaming:

COLLECTIVE RESPONSIBILITY!!!

One
They wrap themselves around my head.

Two
Attack my eyes, what's left of them
(In an attempt to bring my mind closer to the head.)

Three
I have the moment on cotton
Strings, suspended in mid-air, it kicks
I'm glad its legs are broken
The moment's forced to stop its passage
I shall resume my trial, charges:
Postponement of the things that matter,
Shush, there'll be no triadic divisions of the defendant.