The Unravelling

As I float in unfathomable time,

Fluffy cinnamon swirls 

                            Whirl

Within a chlorine-crafted whirlpool,

And fractions of icing sugar flake

                                                As though sunburnt skin

U n t e t h e r i n g from tangible,

                                    No longer needed

                                                        T r a n s g r e s s i o n s,

  Kneaded 

                   At             day               break

                                                                On Strasburg Road -

Far from France

And Strasbourg's cookie-clove-

                                                    Cobbled alcoves.

Fragments of a time transcending the r e a c h 

Of my famished

Front crawl-ing hands.

A single shoelace 

                Pirouettes past my fissured face

                                                                      Gasping for air.

A partial noose

In need of bait

To translate 

Into something more sinister

Than a sojourner silenced 

By the unbearable condition

Of permanent         impermanence.

A clear quartz crystal of icing sugar

                                                        Settles upon this driftless stray,

Transforming delinquency into a delicacy;

A delicate design woven in water

For none to see,

                    But an ephemeral me -

The girl unravelling.