broken men crawled down the wires
that weave
that were woven
labyrinthine overhead
bloated shadows of yesterday’s dream
dissolving
until there are only wisps
of what was
i had taken it all for granted
and now the canopy of wires
and wasn’t-wasses
blocked out the miserly sun
time to pause, to tear down, to rebuild,
to replace the tropes and hackneyed lyrics,
to coalesce and reinvent
to undissolve
to be
— ptkh 052319
