in this
destitution
of
self induced
lamentations
craterous
shaped by
unbending
wisps of
sacramental
rejections
reflections
bathed in
insidious
refractions
a blind prism
an open prison
an incision
bereft of
precision
carving the
scartissue
heartshimmer
a fictional
recounting
of frictional
anxieties
mounting

it is all
falling down
my fiddle sits
unstrung
as the fire
rains down
from above