and then you act or say something
unrehearsed which careens away
and it’s as if you can see the marble
roll and clack its way along a track
each turn and drop another station
to mark the final descent into hell
so you flail for a narrative strand
some line to prevent drowning
some line to pull it all together
like the last stitch sealing a wound
but the more you talk or act slashes
the seamless continuity of life’s fabric
and what once seemed an endless flow
falls about you in scraps and tatters
(July 27, 2015)
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