Jigsaws are falling into place, yet dust gathers 
In spaces between the pieces. Willingly, I knock 
Them over. Wreck a focal segment, just to entertain 
The thought of destruction, to see in what ways 
I could adjust to the ruin. Pick them up once again, 
Undo the damage, test my ingenuity. I never once 
Bothered for the entire picture. How can I? 
Maladies erupt within days, the ones with the privilege
To dismantle an era. I put to sleep the resolve
I once had, the dissolution of daydreams, and whatever 
Was keeping me alive. And now, I will just breathe.