Cracks In The Foundation

fractured
and flawed

hides nothing
an open book

actively seeking
actively not

answers are scarce
questions are rare

watching dancers fade
needing stars to shine

galvanized
irrelevant

distraught
thoughts

flowers wilting
lack of water

myopic
yet very much aware

I watch
I wait

space
lost in

wound up
clock like

biting my lower lip
presentiment

looking forward
trapped in back

warps
worm holes

vacuums are on
suck it up

immeasurable
perpetual

bliss?
no.