Cold Empty Glasses

Thick, clumsy fingers
Fumbling for answers
In a book adorned with pictures
Stops on phrases like:

cold empty glasses.

A barrage of color
Repaints entire galaxies
With dreams of
Polka-dotted
Confusion
And
vertical striped
Riddles
swirling in the paradox
Of the Sphinx's kaleidoscope.

The fault lines tremble.

The waves of time ebb
and flow through
the eye of a needle

Lips sewn shut
Mark the end
Of a fractured fairy tale.