Coming apart at the seams

Unpicking past realities, a delicate task,
stories that took years to build
collapse in a single breath.
Details carelessly disassembled
resonate with hints of betrayal.

Uncoupled from their context,
fragile echoes and reflections,
not referenced in time or space,
appear and disappear in the smoke,
entwined with those that never were.

Scarred by the hooks of transient dreams
the golem I have assembled
doesn’t speak of truth
but tormented by shards and splinters
wanders on half-blind, unsure