concrete blindness

you, brief explosion
you, mis-target heart
you, somewhere in the dark

a half translated movement
from a full realised collapse
like a synapse fried for nothing

there are fortune cookies burning
there are doves dipped in sunset blood
and all of them fail to remember the remontant phoenix

this holographic garden
a vision of then, a vision of now
most too blind to see it anyhow

to think in the definitive
cast infinity aside for simplicity
all that complicated matter

we are the concrete dream
of the collapsed wave
iterations fallen into each other