All of this…
so suddenly,
inexplicably
unraveling before me.
Piecing together
the cartography of a dream -
trying to remember understanding.
I stand
in the absence of light,
my hands full of shattered trinkets,
brightly mirrored shards
(becoming weapons - stealthily)
of a life abandoned.

(a life reclaimed?)

All the kings horses,
all the kings men,
striving, struggling -
bits of me pasted together again.
Here…
waiting,
(resurrecting, surfacing slowly)
in the shadow of the sun.