fracture

amidst the mechanical
whining and slicing
between destructions
wrought again to the
already fallen children
of precious earth
the words and timestamps
began to blur, swirl
into some alice inspired
nightmare

and i found a window
back into more desperate
circumstances
and i half remembered
the loneliness
the terrible emptiness
of my everything then

worse, almost, was
the fragmentation of my
temporal transpirings
numbness and terror
with realization that
i simply cannot remember
questioning my own recollection
feeling your words
like some ill gotten prophecy

and there
within the debris
i found shining elevation
two precious birthday cards
huddling among the ruins
last rites and last visitations
with matriarchs now past
and they made me weep
all the harder
with a new voice
and shattered resolve