connecting
dots
subverting
the transitive
properties
seeking a
solution to
the overwhelming
sense of
my structural
stuttering in
place as the
insular loneliness
shelters me
ignoring as
the universe
wobbles with
a dystopic
curvature putting
the things i
desire just
ahead and around
the bend in
time dilations
coagulating
the soaces between
as i sputter
in lazy circle
trailing my fingers
to feel the
sensual pull of
the spiraling
eye of the drain

there are only
more questions on
this quixotic
quest for truth
yet still the
windmills spin
an unwavering
drama over the
spectacle of
deficiency as the
penumbra of the
moon drapes itself
in a lunacy of
linear lamentations