A paperweight slips

through the fingers of entropy

Light shoots through shards

each ray in a broken dance, frozen in time

Burning my retinas

Fumbling, I sweep up the fragments

Blood sparkles, mercurial sunblock

Recalling old memories of my future self

I piece together a tiger, a lion, a beaver, a squirrel

A beacon, a blanket, an unshattered world

Truly, mosaics of misery

Strolling through the dim halls of egalitarian venom

Each rests atop a pedestal, within a glass case,

bearing my name tag, with an artificial glint

The floor, pure marble, incapable of reflection

In waves I breath and sigh and cry

Wearing my mosaic shoes

Sometimes, though, I take them off

Return to the stark, deceptive tunnel of mirrors

And find my feet tracing peculiar patterns of blood

A teardrop, a knife, a dot screaming down the air

An explosion, a crash, black noise, a rainbow undertow

Inundation

I think to myself

Shouldn't these shards be gone by now?