Aftershocks,
reverberations of revolutions
and resolutions
and hesitations, left unstopped.
Untopped it pours,
spilling onto the counter,
off the counter,
onto the floor. The puddle shaking
drops flopping
out and in,
out and in.
The dust settling into mandalic patterns,
disturbed with each breath
of a mind that didn’t pause
to catch it’s breath.