Taking careful note of a surplus of regret
in the atmosphere, they quickly located the nearest
faucet and attempted to wash away
Any relic of despondency from under their fingernails.
Becoming distracted by shifting thermostat settings
And the reoccurring qualms of immobility,
They fell through the holes in the shower drain.
With an exalted grasp of gravity,
They passed through spaces with nothing
But flour footprints to mark their balance.
Carefully, they chronicled relations of blinks
To heartbeats from strangers in elevators
Until the golden ratio of humanity was
Formulated on the back of a used envelope.
The newfound data was methodically encausted
Into glass frames for future appreciation.