A wisp of time
passed absent notice
curled within regret
and
chanting endless chanting
saw-like, over and again
recriminated self
memories
replayed
clenching
leaden
a butterfly
without,
proximate to the meat bag anguish
just beyond its clothes-shroud
and fashion,
alights
upon a brim
by the ribbon
near the feather
tucked to felt
like rescue
from drab living
the delicate flapping
flitting
living
kite
brushed off
a clumsy hand
brainsignalled
into dispersing soft
in preference of hard;
scattered light
to, rather, don weight and darkness;
warmth
banished
that injury
and anxiety
might be nourished
and tended
to fester
roots dangling
in the cooling air
