as the drones do their contractual bidding

I meander

meaning, I
am full of wonder
as if these were
not the same walls
between which
I have
wallowed

I am asunder

hardly cogent
or breathing
assembling scene
decoys - return
of the day-draining
dream - oh honey
you used to say
jubilenne

and I laughed
like it was some
kinda beautiful

the poem welts
in my periphery

seasoned
with sharp
glass

trepidation
of the good
god grind