escarpment

on tenterhooks

  1. the dreams have been alternately appalling and redeeming lately
  2. the circadian rhythm has been interrupted, intercycled
  3. the smallest, white, tablets... vanished into memory
  4. the appeal to a personal history dissipating in the wind
  5. the elements of text aligned, then misremembered

  6. when, in the face of alarm, sleep / wake / dream?
  7. where the labyrinth used to call: only echoes?
  8. how did it all come to this anyway?
  9. what was the signal that broke, the sigil that suggested?
  10. who even was the progenitor of things?
  11. why was the path taken that, and not the other?

  12. ...these | become the questions that ought to abide.
  13. ...this | is the dream of my fraying escarpment of spacetime.

[ Walking through a deserted Fisherman's Wharf some midnights ago... ]