Autointervention

 

Your powers lay strewn

like tools

scattered about

a pocket watch restoration.

You claim to be intervening

in your own life,

restoring,

refurbishing, 

cleaning and renewing

and in so doing

bringing certainty

and control

to a world that thrills

in denying it to you.

Unfortunately,

you realize

in unison 

that you have never done this before.

You are alone

and time 

is not the friend 

of memory.

Fuck!