an appearance of disintegration

the appearance of disintegration
is mythic
and approaches me as shadows cast
by lights that are knocked out
by momentary error
on an ordered switchboard
that feigns haphazard

we know that the house of cards
can be packed away
that the jigsaw
is a broken remembrance of the picture
and that you are a passing discomfort
an off centre arrangement

we are looking to stack things neatly
to achieve closure
where we can
and to not carry on acting
like it isn’t toppling