Nearly cataclysmic,
I’ve come undone again.
It’s not for lack of trying
That I’ve pulled the pieces together,
Yet here I am again,
The fracturous me
Face down in the tidepool
Of a hideous oblivion.
Unveiling the mess,
The quiet revelation
My facade cannot cloak,
And the firmament splinters.
The line of sight,
The satellites collide,
Spilling their debris
Across my harried mindscape.
I find myself pushing
Against the cosmic tedium,
Stubbornly resistant to words
That disguise themselves as wisdom.
Against the backdrop
Of the apprehension and fear.
Solemnly I turn to the sky
And shrug my shoulders defiantly.
Exercising My Demons 