sad and aching

incessantly
they buzz
drilling through
striatic
dishevelment
tectonic in
duration
grinding any
expectation
into wispy
dreamslivers
my eyes become
snow globes
my soul shaken
until only
the ashes of
childhood homes
obscures vision
this staggering
stack of poetic
cataract reactions
contractually
obligated strips
of laconic
heartspasms
the dying spark
of a fire
never quite
incited into
incendiary
masterworks
more the sputtering
of a candle
about to go

out

my soul
lost
in the
trailing
smoke
rising
lazily
undeveloped
undefined
even to
the most
refined
vacuousness

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