because everything is turned to rubble
skin of gaia tearing into pieces
i would like to extend my apology
i am sorry for everything
the sum of it
& all the fragments
the end of water lilies
the shattered snow globe
secret nights whispered moonlight
smothered by pataphor
there was an era your image was an island
in an ocean of
nothing || just loud noises
electrons raging
in their mindless ballet
now i've really grabbed the past by the skull
refusing to acknowledge decay
i've really gone off the radar
i want to channel an image expansive enough
to include every setting of my existence
hallway || stanza || rain above capitol street
every staircase in morgantown
& my bottomless email
i want to write my whole body inside a letter
paste it over the eyes of the ceiling & call it
a love poem
but these
are not love poems || not now
that's the unpalatable thing
about change
consequence is its essence
it does not occur continuously
it is the meeting of the wail & the wall
when it hits
the past becomes fragmented
everything that is
has always been.
there is no
other way.