ThiS WAy cAme

I have to warn you, by way
of both caveat and apology,
so much of my life's past two,
three years (what there even is of it,
anyway - pretty sparse) is just weird,

contextless stridency ranting
and ramping its way along a meandered
and trampled path

of the same one-to-three points

covered one-to-three times

each from gratuitously different angles.
To judge
from what's left
of the road it took,
a splattered mudsmear of
improbably-elongated churned-under
football gridiron where a little more effort

could have made a wide and tidy Roman highway,

you'd be excused for thinking
some leviathanlike behemoth
had juggernauted itself
along its merry merry
way, leaving little
to no evidence of

art,
craft,
science or indeed,

dignity in its passage.

But no! It was just me.

Pity. Considering

the glory that had gone before.