Some days
disorder surfs the wind,
sifts
through flaws in window frames,
infects
every surface and breath,
tears apart wanton
chatter,
and spells
out gibberish upon the walls,
like a
maniacal howl of laughter.
Discord
dominates,
cacophony
drowns out symphonies,
undergrowth
rises from the earth
spinning around
stems, stalks,
and broken sidewalks,
until passages
are shut down
and light is
dimmed.
Illusions of
uniformity fade.
Symmetry
disappears.
Knowledge
becomes a memory.
Angles shift
and rearrange into
mosaics of sharp-eyed
views askew,
like Picasso’s
portraits.
© cmheuer, 2020
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