Coalescence

<p>A sharded voice &ndash; like a crack in your windowpane<br />Beckons your heed like traffic lights on the road<br />Like your nail paint chipping away unveiling your nail<br />Comes together your shrapnel you lost in metanoia<br />Your tussling funambulist hopes falter on the brink of<br />The stack of empty tablet-strips on your bedside table<br />Like the matte face of your ruby lips, like the rind of<br />A musty orange, like a cut-out lint-osculated sleeve of <br />Your old sweater, like (now soot-clad scrumpled mass) <br />The billet-doux you wrote to your past<br />Your freezing gaze like that of a lizard &ndash;<br />Your screeching soul like a hurt mouse &ndash;<br />Your sleeting cold words like ice-cream drips &ndash;<br />All decay into sawdust<br />Like a vibrant silhouette with polythene-hued backdrop<br />You ruminate on your edges that now sharpen<br />Like a high-resolution image<br />The haze that surrounds you now becomes a Casper-abound<br />Void; between the gushing shores of chaos, and the<br />Mesmerizing waves of order that tickle your feet,<br />You balance like an adept ballerina in arabesque<br />Like lost pieces of a jigsaw, you coalesce into beauty.</p>