tears towards a blank expanse

after what?

the toil, the concentration, the patience,

what did it amount to.

this is as if to watch the platform snap beneath a newly unveiled work, shattering or splitting or however it loses what made it distinct than its parts which lack assembly to where it now returns.

the catastrophy which entombs one who must reckon with a sudden interruption into their reality following countless hours of dedication to efforts that, like the sea turtle after laying her eggs, has simply gone away.

what it is like to pour into a cup that has no bottom; to shine a light down a hall that bears no turn; to build a home on faulted ground and beneath stormy sky.

after all of that? tear the rest of it down.