Trickle down the wind wire
droplet tumbling and rolling
condensation admired in theory
residue of resin
a point made
well-intentioned
but perceived as
a broken glass eye
bounces on concrete
grinding a path
from sorry to near
He enters and she departs
the eternal stage of conflicts
judged by insolence
torn from the very heart of truthy weight
(first draft) revision here with new title
The link is cool: I am randomly picking through your poems. thanks for the portal.
The bouncing glass eye, the rolling droplet, these cause me to think a disorientation is being experienced by the author, a bit like how as children we endeavoured to stand and walk after spinning around and around