An array, fragments together, close, and beautiful. Perhaps it's left-over music. Music gathered from remains. A war is an emergency. So is an accident, or a heart attack.
Every attack is an emergency.
The 'e' here acts upon 'merge'. The emergency brings us to the very surface of ourselves. We, our bodies, yield, to the immediate enveloping matter. We must turn, run, assist, hide, scream, retreat, quieten. The emergency is never finished.