Particulars

[just_happening]

All those seconds you stand silent
Watching him brood over particulars
That are particularly mundane
Are seconds wasted
In your head
As well as his mouth
With a heart racing against
Personal blasphemy
He's sorting himself out
Shaking the pieces out of the box
Letting you know that the missing shapes
Are in your direction
And all he wants is a laminated puzzle
With order and a frame
To stare at and feel content
With a world that doesn't care
For his particulars