You are envious of the old objects
that explain to you the wear
on their tear
is just same as your tattered
memoirs soaking
up bong water in sweatshops
it
is
a
visual explanation of the wonder.
Your own connect the dots projection against
inflating mirror.
Reflected
are once pined for
need still
truth open to discussion.

When you started to believe that everything
in this space was placed in their
place so you could mark
mapped up territory.
Glorious abstraction
had to be
made into a senseless scuttle
bug proving structure with the air it left
behind before
it strayed from looking.

Now you howl
there
dying in place from
overworking is
a mad
mad way out
to blink once finished universes
time before.