It’s not even a poem, really.
More like broken prose, somehow.
I think it starts out more like prose but then shatters apart into vaguely poetic ramblings.
I think this is a metaphor for something like life but I can’t be sure.
As I told you, I built it around that one line. I’m not sure if that one line would have taken the same direction as it did had I not been required to build a poemography post around it.
It’s two days late. Sorry.