Inundated

He is trying to fit together his
Broken day, split into jagged pieces
By the different directions this
Spurious dimension of time
Has dragged him in, with the
Undefined that’s inundated
Him from the beginning of his
Breathing, where every shadow
Has a different voice, and every
Light a different calling, and
Each movement an unhinged
Momentum of divine urgency.
The glue is invisible, the dark
Matter supposed to hold it all together,
That keeps him from falling apart.

R 05/10/2023 18:56