Elements

and how should i begin?

with the infinitely suffering scraps of
paper, shuffling behind my eyes?

with a makeshift axiom of love
to tie a knot in the string slipping
through my fingers and into the sea?

with the sea’s own startling asymmetry?

with the shredding of the Sophists’ lies?

or perhaps with the inevitable spark nipping
at the heels of oblivion?