writing

bollards

there's a short window
growing ever shorter
seemingly
travels forward 
framing
all these moments
these multimedia moments
dense
layered
chaotically composed
what remains suggests
a mad intention 
a clockwork everchanging
a crystal web of viscera
endoscopic tube
or bollard
forcing itself through
the contours
of our insides

meaning

where's its fulcrum?
how do you balance
the seventh cup of wrath?

very carefully