in the interim

until it breaks me
i will pen these posts
in the isolation of crowded rooms

i will dance upon the piano
to the music
of broken keys

i will sweep it all up
and drop it again
like a comic routine on loop

i will photograph the stars
stumbling
before they fall

until it breaks me
i will masticate my dreams
whilst i am asleep

until the fine
filimants of ideas
turn into hope

until every sigh
sounds like a siren
until every horizon is a sure

and it will not break me
for i iwill know it
as my own