at times
the pieces of
the puzzle
swirl into view
but for all of
this studious
obsessing over
the most minute of
indistinct detail
i gain zero
insight
from the manic
design unfurling
before my
tired animosity
unable to slide
the pangaean parts
into a working
model of distressed
tectonic wandering
i sit with my head
firmly in my hands
trying to decipher
the image hidden
in the shattered
whorls of reality
the patterns
seeking to discern
the trail of
breadcrumbs leading
from woe to wonder
the road leading
from lost to loved
drowning in
ugliness while
dreaming of
light