Among This Scatter

Every time

I close my eyes

something

slips,

and they reopen

upon a lesser copy

of the world

they knew,

with duller reds

and more explanations

for magic.

Tell me,

where have you gone

among this scatter?

We could keep

something,

together,

for awhile at least.

And the world

will need

more broken and

restless

fools

to fight this

maddening entropy;

to build
only to lose over,

and over,

and over again,

each time uttering

a solemn plea
of ‘just this once…’