The time it takes to pour another drink,
A pitcher falls unnoticed, hangs mid-air
Holding in abeyance certain facts:
The car won’t start. A tumor grows unchecked.
The roof leaks. A train careening off its tracks...
A commonplace to say things fall apart;
The mystery’s it all together holds.
Impossible, emergent yet from the start,
What is this spiral looming lyre world?
From hidden groves strategic chessboards play
out imposed order’s false utility;
Technicians conjure dark & dread new days
Perfect black arts’ violent contingencies.
Cathedrals built dissolve within a breath.
All striving distilled into one wish, death.