time/constructs/fabrication

Smoke filters itself and curves
into shadows, disappears existing
in multiple years at once believing
much more. like opposite mirrors
echoing each other into hundreds
of dancing feet, illusory perfection
closed & wrinkled curtains didn't
have time; time had me. try holding
down a tree-lined ave. near you.
was me. a corner of the party
where you were a stranger
building alternate universes:
the fist-shaped heart knocking
on its door again, like clockwork,
I miss you, or whatever it wasn't.