the architectural ornaments of your mind,
neatly preserved in corked cruets,
unconsciously arranged and as complex,
as the entanglements in which surround them
gossamer gates barricade the opaque corner,
housing these precious jewels behind
elaborate locks with infinite keys and combinations
centered among the assortment of color
is a looming hourglass
halcyon, autonomous
sand trinkles and halts,
filling the bulb
the chance to invert,
to begin again,
is just out of my reach
