It Only Takes a Tiny Thing

it only takes a tiny thing to rock the immobile heart to cleanse dusty corners that keep us all apart creatures crawling in the night blood lust coaxing clouded sight calling us from lethargy into transformational heights the smallest of angel’s creatures endowed with so much might who feeds upon whom when blood is drawn away a space for breeze to flow beneath the bed of another day in search for the invisible everything is seen dust balls hairclips detritus of decapitated dreams cities of neglect full of ancient insect schemes cluttered intentions careless artwork depicting aborted scenes withered memories that have long forgotten where they’ve been it often takes no thought at all to change an unsure life just a broom some cleaning fluid and the swipe of a loving wipe