The Impermanence of Context

Your matrix math dabbles in my reflection pool
caught in the conchoidal wonder of a strange birefringence
so a hasty stage is erected from discarded chopsticks
in the isinglass of gluey imaginations kept moist
more vitreous than humor until the walls give way 
to a new atmosphere while the narrator clears his throat
and calls a buffet of bassoons to erection
taps his pedantry and swings the bodies into play

The unlashed curtain falls to reconsider
timbers torn asunder and recoagulated in garish drab
a jest, a supposition, a grand confabulation
held in a superstructural gravity blooms into
a delicious comprehension gravily dripping with
candy yam concepts counterspinning to the arc of expectation
exquisitely embroidered to a shaggy sinew

And after the captivation of ego-window-shopping fades
and gobsmacked judgment blinks before rolling away
beneath the tastily backlit tiling of shoebox dioramas,
we tuck our folded program into the inner pocket
and find a torn ticket to the world's fair of yesteryears
and hear the chattering bullhorn echo across the green

Recollections are more unattended estate auction 
than zoological post mortem of a less tragic end
really just a bag of leftover Emmentaler holes 
pixelated by piquant moments of receptor cascade
features requiring more than cotton filler claims

A strain, a wince scurries down the tongue tip
nabbed in flypaper punjistick rorschachs 
whose subtle goldilocks long ago fell out
eye button hanging at the end of a string

If I could reconvene the curtain council
with the planetaria all in tune
and hear the polished brass play 
one last requiem for the lune

Unable to scrabble together
it all hardens to hieroglyph
my azure eyes taking the fifth

With plagal cadence held til midnight
the dawn's inescapable daylight

Erases found fossil insight.