Flirting with the Apex

change is all cobwebs and kittens.
ugly tremors and broken fingers.

lingering games that no one wins.
heavy skins worn much better by anyone else.

bitten pieces of abandoned puzzles.
dubious stories written in someone else's words.

charm the distance with our remaining coins.
purchasing their vacant wishes.

digging for treasure swallows us whole.
quiet choices reconcile the math.

truth is a function of touch.
though we continue counting.

long after there is nothing left.