Every Now and Then, The World Breaks

On windows, cracks line the edge of my vision,

Drawing spider-linked arrays, nets that connect,

And that destroy the picture I had thought 

Until this point, the world to be, in time, in place,

No matter. 

Every now and then, the known world

Loses something, a virtue, a once assumed to be fact

Disappeared. As if a color, a hue of in between

Shades has been sucked out and you are left feeling

Rainbows are a lie and white light, not quite so white

Something, quite possibly over night, simply removed

From the palette and everything left, not quite,

Right. 

Every now and then, the known life

Becomes unknowable, a stranger to its host, a

Foreigner in one's own native land. And 

Floundering, we play along to a script lost,

Mouth ad-libbing to voices no longer audible,

And inside a sinking feeling, that everything is

A lie.

On worlds, cracks lay its foundations,

From the edge of what we can see to the edge,

Of what we can believe. Lines, spider-linked arrays,

Nets, fill breaking the make-believe connections. And

Beneath the surface, every now and then, the world,

Breaks.