For It To Be
For it to be,
an empty thing,
i suggest,
that all corners,
all vertices we have since collected,
be molded into,
a single apex,
drawn out,
like a ball of honey,
made from the faces of all of the,
planes of my mind,
and hammered into,
scattered and broken into,
pieced together,
from,
the memories captured in the glasses,
of the person who saw,
and drank the future,
again,
for it to be,
an emtpy thing.