Opaque
A poem
when the mirror shatters
your image is scattered —
across the space and
things betwixt,
where roiling time
saw poise and aplomb
swept away by
incognizance
when the window falls shut
your doors too close up —
momentum giving way
to devilish inhibitions,
your pedigree searing
at the past’s malcontent
when your diamonds lose their luster
what faith may you muster? —
belief in an epiphany
that could not save the seers,
peering through
the looking glass
that revealed nothing
but the craven abdications
that lead to the vortex
where your monuments sundered
when the clock face cracks
the arms run off the tracks —
whistling as they careen
deeper into your red
and sodden memorabilia,
bludgeoning what was
once all too loved
it is in this guise
that a semblance of peace lies —
with the opacity of the glass,
a fated truth saved best for last
©
Adam Ray Cronk 2023
