The Breaks

Metalepsis, Genette style,
Is what you should dread rather
Than any Apocalypse.

Beginning with intrusions
Disrupting the narrative,
By the time you’ve gone looking,

You’ll find all tales infected,
All the myths by which you live,
Disintegrating causes.

There’s no closure to the world,
Only the endless breaking
Of frames by intruding frames,

One ocean of mirroring
Glass windows for waves, the last
Shattering as the next breaks.