and then came Rubik’s Law

disaster unfolds
in the everyday spinning
of shapes

a car on its side
its fling of glass petals
and pooling oil
 
mirrors an owl’s
hunter carnage,
beak’s scrimmage

in the body’s
loops & worms.
Our palms’ blood

cups resolution
tight as wrinkles
until the falling

the way hope’s wrist
disintegrates
& control

takes flight
from the mind
we are helpless

dandled on
occasion’s fingertips