Collision

Pavement's dark expanse, littered with broken glass
(Antisocial stars which steal the like from brighter lights),
Has a pronounced and silent usedness for its past.
The meeting of great forces is art in fast-forward,
Rending and tearing the real into the recognizable,
and when the world takes away the pieces it thinks are important,
What's left, life, is sprinkled with disillusionment, and better for it.