Sifting

Is this an implosion or a collapse?
The nuance is currently beyond me,
lost in the subtlety without a map.

Against the door the shadow raps,
through the crack, begins to seep.
Is this an implosion or a collapse?

Leaving sooty, wispy tracks
deceptive and merely appearing to be
lost, in the subtlety without a map

Deftly, swiftly at my back
digging, all it knows, is deep
is this an implosion or a collapse,

the unavoidable, all hushing snap
of it or myself, I can’t discern
if this is an implosion or a collapse.
I am lost in the subtlety without a map.

 

 

I don’t normally write in form of any kind, but I had a sudden and inexplicable urge to hammer out a villanelle, so here it is.