Writhe like living ropes
Made of glass (how very strange!)
Across the gray linoleum tiles.
The light fades in this room
To match the captured
Ancient light in photographs.
Time itself must be confused by this.
Two tears and some dominoes fell:
The aborted start
Of an imagined design...
A line that would never be finished.
Meaningless streams of water...
(Am I not human?)
Pulsing through vein and vessel...
And we all know humans die like flies.