Desperation, tear asunder
the fabric which fate has woven
morsels of light be that left
What say you, Newton?
time can do nothing
it be the same each sunrise
and each sunset, undone
What say you, Prufrock?
Take heed and do not answer the call
lest your mind and heart be impaired
lest you be ignorant!
sweet nothings, warmed hearts,
stretch the sheet of what has been spread out
before it turns to multiple shades of blue