clarity too late

clarity so late and finally;

mute before the mirror,

regrets have begun the

process of disorganization and

fusion, haphazard paper piles

jutting history now cluttered,

painstakingly illustrated 

moments of insight and 

enumeration of the self,

now hidden among the

folds of a heavier garment,

no longer penetrable by

light or hope, the dismal

exhalation of vision 

distilled across time and 

gender, the immobilization of

desire now falling toward

dust.