The Gordian Knot-Part One:: The Set

the gathering selfish clones 

lined up by sectors in solitaire.

dominoed up and ready to be stacked down in means of decision

deciding their own.

climbed upon local obituaries, making their way up to headline pages

just to be added to the cemetary of dreams

shattered by thoughtless compulsions. 

procreation scales and through association they vector 

and thus a infinitesimal plays and replays on and on

without a node to pause the senseless cycle.

these objects of desires fastened within the play

until they become hollowed out by their own vexations.

things like this need not a balance, but they have it.

the relations become vast at the start, but dry out.

did such a subset have to work out for others and not for you?

she plays with knives

and he dances on edges to shake the lattice of the infinitesimal

drawing the knot in the cycle

cutting the gordian knot that life had set out.

then it strikes him that this cycle doesn't have to go on forever.

there will be a cut or node within this perfect order

there will be imperfection in the poset

becoming more transitive for those who it ruins

for those who it doesn't appease.

such an antisymmetric sky we live under. 

clinching the dear throat of the aliorelative.  

bruises lined up in remembrance

cancer marked by empty holes, eaten away

diseases shown through the isolated, both persons and cities

for those to see and witness and judge just as they would

especially if they're just passed on by

piecing together a fragile puzzle

misunderstood by the intelligent

but shunned by the ignorant

thus the ledge becomes slipper

and wounded hearts are remastered by the audience

applauses are inaudible

whistles are silent, even to dogs

so the set breaks down