Starting over times

Starting over times, daily, hourly, waking in living sweating attachments, grasping breath.

Abandoning hope, a new election will change, boiled water from salt, or leave us anything but.

I watch, the fan rotate, in contrast to, no contrast.

A volunteer readies to realize independence of limb, who always thought of happiness climbing.

Water and salt form fabrication tears, fusing the, “I can not describe to a succession of indescribables.”

Broken bits drip onto sheets.

Rotation slows to brittle, stilled, broken, never again, only to begin again, perfection in rotation.