The Illusive Dim Poem by Brian Minniear

and lacking the cohesion of water or space
are we made into years

the ultimatum of purpose,
like all sharpened edges,
began arbitrarily in some other place
less presuming (or of more vague intent)

ergo sum
dispersed outward toward the dragged void
more vapid in its ascent than dreams would let on: these thoughts

betrayed in the same fashion
as the eves of our rejuvenation sit in council with the inexorable

splayed
we are mandatorily gone
dismissed, by a softly weeping magic,
as illusion