Broken Form

You’ve been dreaming with the volume turned down
and walking softly past the tottering stacks
knowing the edifice is full of cracks
making your way safely around—
kick the walls now, raise dust
and don’t be afraid of booby-traps!
Maybe you can get the ceiling to collapse
and breathe fresh air for a change. Scrape the crust
from your eyes. See new things. It couldn’t be worse
than late-night reruns playing on the inside
of your eyelids. Than trying to hide
in your tiny private universe.
Fly in a burst of light, a meteoric storm
surrounded by burning bits of broken form.