#1
i search;


what falls, the cold sweeps
over and renders inert.

crude glass stretched over
uneven portions of sidewalk
reflects the monoliths which
slumber and align themselves
down the street,

endlessly/


i, too, align myself
in deep disquiet


between the cragged mouths
of the dark wooden branches
that shatter the sky,
i make out the pointillism
of the blueprints for our world

like small spheres of ash
settling on canvas,
giving their final light


exhausted.


#2
There's a sense of clarity and straightforwardness in this. It's still grave and has some distance, though. The third stanza is where I feel a tension between the directness and the distance, mostly with "monoliths" which is somehow specific and vague at once.